Blowing Wind

A wind blows through, stirring the past.
Memories try to invade.
A love speaks up and makes it clear,
“This is the new creature I have made.”
Guilt finds opposition, shame meets its match.
God sends a smile for my spirit.
He reminds me every time I pray
That He does hear it.
I bow my head, close my eyes,
And mention the blowing wind.
He reassures He’s on the throne,
And protects me once again.
How great the grace and mercy of God,
Just to utter a prayer.
I cast my every care on Him
Because I know He cares.

11.25.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my Sea adult coloring book