Sometimes…not always, but sometimes…God speaks to me in poetry. This is what He has been saying the last few weeks.
Dear brown eyed girl
Who dares to dream so big
In every tiny seed
You see a tree
Please learn to wait on me.
For every seed has it’s purpose
A season it is meant to grow
Some are only a summer long
Others mark maturity
So please learn to wait on me.
Because, no matter how hard you work
Or how you turn the soil
A rose cannot be forced
A bounty tree to be
So please learn to wait on me.
Though thorns may prick
The bloom’s fragrance is still sweet
While you may feel ethereal
Your suffering I do see
So please learn to wait on me.
Let my Spirit rain upon you
Dig your roots deep in my Truth
Under the boughs of my grace
Seek answers; make your plea
And there learn, to wait on me.
Continuing the adventure,
Jess
Jess Boctor 
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