My Place of Grace

Cloudy with 100% chance of Son. A forecast of our days... In retrospect of years gone by We see a trend unfolding Our background color's always gray With bits of Son emerging. Cloudy with a chance of Son Reveals a great insight... A life colored in shades of gloom Makes us more aware of light. It's the Son we've come to cherish As a deserts gentle rain That cools the heated landscape Relieving it of pain. A profound appreciation In a world splattered with black When Son's illumination Shines through with an attack. It keeps the heart from atrophy Has power to bring life Cuts the world of darkness With precision of a knife. Jesus is the Son Who brightens cloudy days He's 100% dependable When in our heart He stays.

Too timid to roar like an African Lion? Then try shining bright like a dandelion. They're just as resilient, sturdy, and strong Spreading their seeds as the days are long. Sowing their beauty wherever they go. Popping up everywhere eager to grow. To some they appear as a pesky weed But extermination never seems to succeed. Reminds me a lot of the Christian life How the message of hope can create lots of strife. Where something so good is mistaken for bad And talking of Jesus makes people mad. Yet we continue to multiply. For God's seeds of love are in great supply.

Lying dormant in the cold hard ground, winters chill confines. Waiting for sunlight's golden rays, rainy sprays, and growing days to protrude from being bound... Life begins emerging from that which appears dead. A flag of green unfurling, fronds expand and spread. Victory in the garden, over deaths sure sting, brings proof of God's grace pardon in and on all things.

Majestic royal beauty illumined by the sun. Scattered through the under brush Gods enchantment spun. No cares or worries weigh on them, Appearing every year. Dotting barren landscapes with encouragement so dear. Hopeful purple faces, blooming ever bright, Give glory to their Maker growing closer to His light.

Beauty's in the eye that beholds. When you dare to look Mystery unfolds. Intricate detail Of common sight God's imagination For our delight. Captures an aspect Of His intention, To share the joy Of His creation, With all who take to time to see The treasure in His mystery.

Flowing waters running on Sunlight dances it's reflective song. Jutting stones peeping out God's reminder what life's about. Refreshing with His constant flow Goodness, love, mirrors His glow. Gnarled branches and scruffy brush Create the boundaries for life streams rush Clearing away the struck debris With ever moving waters to set us free.

Went walking in the park, Asked my Lord for something to see... Loaded with my camera and great expectancy. God never disappoints, He's always giving me, The desires of my heart In revealing His beauty. Thank You Lord!