Seasons Change
It seems that time is flying ahead
Unchecked - fast forward - running out
I'm grounded, founded, in rules of the game.
I've no new expressions, power, or clout.
"Know Him" - even to children clear.
I grappled, yet grasped it mentally.
"Follow" was all He ever asked - draw near.
But men held my heart; My soul wasn't free.
"Out of the box" - the need of the hour.
How/Why was I in the box at all?
More important, how long was I there?
Though freed, I grieved - the stumble/the stall.
Not over, not late, just beginning -
As in youth, I'm still eager to grow.
My thoughts rise and soar; My heart is grinning.
Out of my spirit exultation flows.
The cloud passed by, darkness parted.
His Son beams His light into me.
I am His own child; In me dwells His life.
I know it; Grow with, embrace it - agree!
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