Let's not carry our burdens on our shoulders.
Or is it our sleeve,as if to say.
But let us hand them over to Jesus.
And see what He can do.

A time of refuge.
A time of rest.
A time to gather your self.
From those voices that echo out.
Not to build, but to break.
This is your privilege.
You have earned it.
Enter in,lose yourself, fade away,drift into the calm oceans.
As it takes effect, wrap your self into this space.
It's your's.
It's your's.
And you have a right to be there.

The sun,look how he boasts.
As he rises from the East.
A burning ball of fire, emitting sunshine to Gods people.
The moon with it's hazy look, to give light to the night
The star's a brilliant sight,as they display their glory.
And what of our dear Earth.
The grass so green, the trees so tall.
As they dance to the breeze.
The roses, the daffodils,lilies and flowers unnamed, filling the earth with colours.
Colours of brilliance, that captures the eye.
Herbs , and vegetables of all  kinds springing forth.
To feed a hungry man.
Do we ever take time to stop.
Think.
Look.
And appreciate.
The beauty of creation.
Or do  our eyes remain blinded.
Let's let go of our routine.
Wake up.
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.
And take time out to smell the roses

There is a constant cry, from many.
When  cups, run dry and they are empty.
Fill me.
Fill me.
Is a silent plea, as trials are many.
Fears seemed to overflow,as unto a river.
So there is a constant cry from many.
As the cry goes out
Fill me.
Fill me.
Until I overflow,

He fills us daily.
The young the old.
The rich and the poor.
The just and the unjust.
The very air, we daily breath.
He  supplies.
The very blood that runs, through our veins.
If every drop of blood is taken out.
Will we live.
No.
The high content of water, that our bodies have.
To preserve the body, from decay.
He is our daily source.
He is our all.
So let us cling unto, our source.
Because our lives are in His hands.

Are we tired, of chasing pretty rainbows 🌈.
Are we tired of spinning round and round.
So  a day as such as this,we will not chase.
But obtain everything, that we desire.
As we hold hands.
With our Maker.

I awake to a life full of pain.
Destruction seems to follow my every step.
Shame and scorn, my daily bread.
But hope is what I hold on to.
As I not, what my tomorrow holds.