Lovely Lillies

It’s time to stop

long enough

to breathe in

And smell the flowers.

With awe, behold them

And notice not one

Is the same.

All previously ordained

By the one, who, sent his Son to be slain!

The Father crafted the crocus

And yes! The maker of the solstice

Calls each,

According to his purpose:

To make disciples,

To love the rivals,

To intentionally reach.

So we come out of our cave

To shine the light that saves.

He’s called us to defy the earthly ways,

To Walk on the water.

Shout praise for the walls to come down;

He is risen for crying out loud!!

Easter is here

And so are the lilies of the valley,

Blossoming beautifully as God’s bounty.

When we flourish in the furnace,

How much more lovely is the testimony?!

Darkness is allowed for the light to shine

And add freshness to our fragrant melody.

With trumpets lifted triumphantly,

We call the others out of the ground.

Jesus is risen- he’s not in the tomb

And if He is with you,

Then you know where your hope is found.

So rise!

He’s out of the grave!

Rise from the bulb to glory- you are saved!

Your roots are like the cedar of Lebanon;

Your Lilly thrives toward the heights of Heaven.

What some May see as impossible,

God will fortify passed the imaginable.

So we believe

And become more evangelical;

Worrying about nothing,

For God is the dew to Israel.

So let us drink and on his favor, be full.

“I will be like the dew to Israel;

He will blossom like the lily,

And he will take root like the cedars of Lebanon.” Hosea 14:5