Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)

Strength in Jesus

The water hits your face,

Your body,

And you shiver.

In that moment your old self dies,

Lost in that watery grave,

And now you come up as a new creature.

Like a seed you died to be born again.

A new life, a new environment.

Daily you hear the creator's voice,

Calling you to grow towards the source of light.

With your shallow roots and feeble branches,

He is the stick that stands firm,

And connected to Him you withstand the storms.

You continue to grow and then He prunes you,

And for a moment you are mad,

You lament on your losses,

And with the stick removed you believe you are strong enough on your own,

But God says I am the living water,

That feeds your roots,

As you search for me,

Deeper they grow.

I am the light of the world,

To which you grow towards.

And I am the Word,

Sharper than any two edged sword,

That prunes you,

Removes all that weighs you down,

That you might grow and bear Much fruit,

For from their fruits you shall know them.

I am your strength.