Fragments from a nation,
pieces of whole,
the maker of these artifacts
was a living soul.
How I have often wondered
while alone out in the breeze,
does anyone remember
the hands that fashioned these?
Then the wind will answer
“I knew him from the womb,
loved him every moment
far beyond his lonesome tomb.
I knew his secret joys,
his fears, his every thought,
all that pertained to life and death,
from me the man was taught.”
To the Wind each life is precious,
God’s Holy Spirit is the same.
He beckons to each one of us
ever calls us by our name.
John 3:6-8 That which is born of the
flesh is flesh, and that which is born of
the Spirit is Spirit. Do not marvel that I
said to you, ” You must be born again.”
The wind blows where it wishes and
you hear the sound of it, but do not
know where it comes from and where
it is going, so is everyone who is born
of the Spirit.
|Dimensions||H 46 in|
West Texas Juniper