Spoken word
The wind is flowing, refreshing, moving, shaking the trees through to their roots braking the ground, shifting the earth.
There’s a change in the atmosphere. It’s a good change no tone to be feared but one to be cheered on. Pressing on, pressing deeper.
The waters charging, falling, filling the land, bringing forth hope and life anew.
For what is a land if there is no wind and no water. It’s desire, just desire, desperate for the wind and the rain.
For what is this life for if not change, to grow and thrive.
To live each day with desire, desire is a dangerous thing, one that needs direction towards the One God. One wind. One water, connected bringing all things together.
There is a change coming, brewing, stewing, building, until this earth can not contain it any longer.
Shy away, let it break you, make you, something new, something good.
Fresh water, fresh wind, fresh hope, fresh life.
Take it in, let it out, let it’s power flow through you, make you, mold you, build you.
New, old, tired, torn, born, fresh, mess, hold, mold, give up, give in, hold out, hold on.
Contradictions that speak life, breathe, intake, let the change become you. Who you are, what you say, where you go, everything.
That your life would speak change, create new rivers and bring refreshing wind to the tired land.
Old is gone, new is here.
Water flowing, breaking up, moving mountains, carving valleys, moving with power and authority.
Can you see it, can you feel it. This move, this shift, you are creating it as you walk in God’s grace.
Grace is in you, with you, through you, flowing out, given away providing hope to all around.
Never forget, never stop, never back down.
God is with you always and forever.
