I'm going to preach on Acts 17 where it says God made the world and all the things in it; and in Him we live and move and have our being. I wrote this poem to emphasis, "In Him we live...."
The giver of life
The joy of the infant’s first cry and tear,
The birth of love that brought him here.
The elk, the doe, the newborn fawn,
Blushing reds streak the breaking dawn.
The blade, the leaf, the flowers fruit,
The butterfly vacates, its crystalline suit.
Inspiration, art, epiphany:
Birthed deep within the soul of me.
The Spirit's voice, heavenly light.
Calling, 'leave the battle, stop the fight.'
Sins washed away, new hope, new start;
God breathes new life within the heart!
Photo by Michael Murrill