“Season’s End”

broken
like the wind
not knowing where to blow

hiding
in the stillness
or the shadows

darkness

as the Son rises
high enough to see
as the Whisper breaks
through the lies

shadows become
clouds of His
Presence

wind becomes
the flight beneath
the wings

not afraid to walk
not afraid to run
not afraid to rest
in knowing Him

 

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