Vision – based on Ezekiel 37: 1-14 And I looked as I led worship and saw the dried and brittle bones of the scattered few before me and there was no life. Too old, too desiccated, too worn out, or lived out ever to be able to stir again. And I wept as I looked and prayed for answers, but my heart told me it was too late; the life had gone. There was acceptance of an unchanging future; the stillness of lethargy and emptiness of spirit. And I looked again and saw my prayers were not to empty air for a breath of God moved among the weary; new energy began to stir; movement was discernible and purpose was born again. And God had shown me, in spite of all my doubts, that hope is never completely dead and there can be new life, even in old bones. © Marjorie Dobson published on Worship Cloud Used with permission.
Tag: new life
Mouldy old log at the turning of the year…
Mouldy old log at the turning of the year,
once green,
now dead,
lacking sap.
Sad year passing,
gone,
dead.
Watch the turning,
burning of the season,
till white ash snow,
melting brings life,
again.
Not immortality
for that mouldy old log at the turning of the year
is dead,
but new life springs fresh
forcing through cracked,
raw, hardened earth,
starting again,
and that is what we, also,
should do…on and on…season after season…starting anew.
© Andrew Pratt 31/12/2019
Poem from Words, Images and Imagination https://hymnsandbooks.blog/words-images-and-imagination-now-published/