Sprouting out from the ground
once barred in waste dumped upon me
the worry, the guilt, the hurt
holding me down
making it hard to see the light
but to let go I had to grow
taking root in his word that showed
his love and mercy flows
and in me I found a flower
giving life to the unrooted the dead
that blessing are yet to come in his riverbed
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Poetry~Poem book ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” ...
