Cockleburs
Cockleburs
Small green weeds,
with little seed pots,
that stick to your socks.
They travel with you,
to the next place,
that God wants them to go.
Not all things are useful,
but some are to be used.
This is an explanation,
regarding green things.
They are the first,
to break through the snow.
Dandelions... don't you know.
One of many,
every kind,
sticking up through
rocks, new vines.
Bees,
hungry for spring...
and the newness of life.
Our King,
his Presence in everything!
The very large, the incredibly small,
His Hand is upon it all.
You and me,
weeds set free...
living just to see,
His majesty.
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