Locust Years and Pomegranate seeds

 

Dusty bell towers

Cobwebs and muffled sound

Sold into slavery

Things are not as they should be

Injured, broken and sick

Weeping and without hope

Lost and eaten away

Bound by bad choices

Wasted and lost opportunities

Isolated and alone

One big mess

A sadness so sad

Loveless years

Misdirected and rebellious

Ignorant and anxious

Dead ends

Burnt grass

Dead in sin

A seemingly silent God

Without hope

Darkness

But he works all things together for my good

He's got time

On the long road walking

He sometimes saves the best till last

Working on our hearts

Healed, restored and forgiven

A thirsting for righteousness

A journey of grace

Filled to overflowing

It's miracle maths

Pomegranate seeds are many

Vibrant and full of colour
Red and rich in love

Healthy and fruitful

Abundant life

Found and set free

Green grass

Light and hope

Whole again

An ignited fire within

Let the bells ring out clearly

Turn up the volume

Clear out the stuff

Beautiful sounds

Freedom in every note

Trust him with the process

The divine exchange

Our wonder working God

A faithful God is he

Dead and then resurrected

Life everlasting is our gift

It's beautiful
Beautiful restoration

Debbie Hemmens

(Thoughts and reflections from our Sunday messages 17th March, from the worship, the art piece in this blog by Evelien Burger, words shared through people from God and personal testimony.)