Big God 

  
Big hair

Big dreams

Big girls

Big world

Looking through our eyes back then

I swear, I see everything

We would have been

Had we paid the price

Put our time into spirit seed

Sowing prayers

Ushering in our lives

Our destinies

Big God

Big babies

Trying to find our way today

Pulling the weeds

And Filling the cracks

That we’ve allowed from self-centeredness

Feeding our flesh on trash

Reaping the storms of harvest

Lord willing

Lord tarry

We long to be more like You

Please carry us the rest of the way

We are weary on our own

On this road less traveled on

Broken fellowship with Jesus

Lead us Great Shepherd

Let us graze on Your Grace

No tears

No trace

Of the big mess we’ve made

With our lives

Saving ourselves with our big ideas

Vanities

Insanity

Lamenting years wasted

On our own doctrines

Deceived and shocked

By realities we’ve digested

Reflected on so long

We must be weaned

From our enemy

So we can be servants

Of the Most High God

And rule this world

For His Majesty

Destroying the unbelief we encounter

Big God

Your heart is what we are after

Following You as Your own shadow

Plantings of the Lord

For the display of Your splendor.

                ~❤️Krystal Lynne 

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Beauty Eternal 

  
    He forgives your sins—every one.


    He heals your diseases—every one.


    He redeems you from hell—saves your life!


    He crowns you with love and mercy—

     A paradise crown.


    He wraps you in goodness—beauty eternal.


    He renews your youth—


    you’re always young in His presence. 


                            ~ Psalm 103:3-5 MSG 

What an amazing verse! 

Read it slowly… 
Meditate on the words…
What is your favorite part of this verse? 
                            

                ~ XXOO Michelle Bollom

  

Tend To The Roses 

  
I saw him standing outside in his new yard 

looking at his old yard

What was he thinking? 

Did he hear the sounds of his families laughter and business before they faded away?

I hope his new life and family bring him some kind of solace! 

These tragedies occur right in our neighborhoods and we smile 

We wave and pretend

Nothing has changed

What if crosses were put in that yard 

With the names of his children 

And the wife of his youth 

To remind us to slow down 

And smell and tend to the roses 

❤️~ Krystal Lynne