HE IS THE KING

“We are like the moon. The moon shines anyway, but it does not produce its own light. It reflects the light illuminated onto its surface by the Sun and is never proud to say "I am the source of light". God shines through us, hence He deserves the glory; not us.” Israelmore Ayivor Children’s laughter rushes into my heart, Where sparkling thoughts stir my feelings, Kindling a light, soft and glowing, moving Beneath the breath, retelling soul dreams. Restless fireflies, flickering and glimmering, Where mindless rhythms color me luminously, Hesitating on the flames of autumn winds, Searching the night for stars who stand still. Winter’s blessings hasten to prepare fires, Warming the memories with old desires, Healing the summer with snowflakes, Growing hope amid the angel formations. Seas of compassion, warmed by understanding, Form a silence between what is and what was planted, Roots of grace, growing the stillness of softest sands, Wisps of peace remember that even the ocean believes. Children’s laughter, spreading light across the forest, Seeking moments built on prayers for the discouraged, Endless passions inspired by wings that seek solace, Forever knowing, His love is our greatest comfort. Echoing on the breeze of tomorrow’s breath, A still, cool silence meant to reveal His truth, Aching to see Him in the lines of misty moments, He is alive, in the rhythms of a life who promises… To live forever, where the worthy comes to divide, Dark and light, good and bad, wrong and right, Where we will all find the courage to believe The One who created us to praise continuously… With songs, psalms, meant to stir the soul who knows HE IS THE KING!