
The Word is breathing
It comes alive as it ignites the heart
To beat against winds of the world
Trying to bring us down with them,
But greater is He who lives in us
Than he who is in the world,
Therefore, I cannot be shaken;
I will stand as lost nations fall into the sea-
The sea holding frail bodies that disconnect
From life, into death their souls dive deep,
But those who lock hands with God
Their soul begins
Colliding with a love so real
It heals a wound
From infection, allowing its door to open
Without knowing the outcome; trusting Him
Who called us out of darkness, into His marvelous light
That encompasses a tired, lost soul from taking life from itself,
He takes the soul, reigniting its heart to bloom before ashes,
To live before death, forgetting its purpose, and choosing life
To embrace in every moment, circumstance, and season.
~Bethany Anne
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