"Rise"

The unwanted, the throwaways lay rotting in the dirt
Fires come cremate the last
Nothing

Then the ashes caught by wind
float slowly toward the clouds
Exousia*
From nothing we’ve come, to nothing we go

The clouds create from nothing…..
The seeds below
The rain starts to fall and the ashes grow

A bud trampled under foot
Vibrant fields trembling yet safe

Receive your Maker!
Rise!!
The ashes grow
Rise!!
Love surrounds you

Nailed and dying
Remaining on the tree
Jesus…
All friends flee
Nothing
Exousia*
Out of nothing…..death
The beautiful plan

A bud trampled under foot
Vibrant fields trembling yet safe

Receive your maker!
Rise!!
The ashes grow
Rise!!
Love surrounds you
As the rain begins to fall

*Exousia=creative power of God
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