As the days pass I nurture it and it grows
In times of calm when no one is about
I take my desire and look at it
Like a pebble in my hand
I turn it and survey it from all angles
Imagining all that could come of it.
Each time I do this is grows
But when I hide it within me again
It becomes like a stone in my heart
Burdening me weighing me down
Until one day as I take it in my hand
A voice in love and gentleness speaks
'Give me that burden, let it go'.
In panic I hold it even tighter
I could not bear to give this desire up
But the voice is insistent 'Cast it from you'.
With tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat
I cast my pebble of desire from me
Watching it fall to the ground
It rolls away from me, out of reach.
But wait, as it rolls it collects earth
Like a snowball growing as it moves away
And the voice again speaks:
'While it is clutched to you I cannot help
Release it to Me, into My hands
Hands that create and form from clay
Those capable hands of a potter'.
'Now see your desire in My hands
Like that clay I took in My hands long ago
Forming it I breathed the breath of life and it became a man
Now I will breath that breath again into your desire
It will live, it will exist
Becoming a living reality in your life
Because I will give you the desire of your heart'
Great to see you are still writing prophetic stuff!
ReplyDeleteThank you, are you still writing? Bit of a silly question, do we ever stop?
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