Cleansing water rushes
Purging me.
Carried by His current
Letting go of self.
Spirit’s flame consumes
Changing me.
Refined by His fire
Letting go of self.
Fire’s ash settles
Preparing me.
Planted by His hand
Letting go of self.
Love’s seed scatters
Growing me.
Watered by His grace
Holding on to Him.
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“Unless the seed falls in to the ground and dies it remains alone, but if it does it bears much fruit.” Have a fruitful journey scattering love’s seed.
So very true. Thank you! Blessings to you 🙂