A poem about how amazing each new day is. |
The dew rests on the grass--the tears of angels mourning unrepentant, demonic souls. It will seem to dissappear and give way to hope. Hope for the whole world. The sky is a multitude of colors-- an unexpected rainbow. These colors reflect God's countenance. His promises will always endure, just like His love. All is quiet--nature bowing before the Creator in awe and respect. It looks as if I am alone. But I'm not. I am surrounded by Love, by my one true Love. The Savior is here, waiting. Waiting for me. I don't know why He loves me this much--such a spectacle every single day! I don't know why He loves me this much--I see, through the shadows, His scars. The scars of His death. His horrible, gruesome death that no words can explain. And He did it for me. I am not worthy of this much love and sacrifice by Him. He cries with me, then dries my tears. I try to explain, but His finger comes to my lip. "Shh. You're forgiven. Don't worry--I will always be here for you. I love you. You have faith in Me--that's enough. My blood has covered your sins and taken them away. They are not yours anymore--they are mine. I take them gladly because I love you. I love you..."His voice faded away. All that was left was His love. I wanted to stay forever, but I am told there is more joy to come. I worship Him quietly, and leave. Today was just the beginning. |