Mud
In the
Foggy frost
My soul
Comes as
Alive
As wellies
Gliding
Through
Wet mud
true
Lord You don’t My accomplishment You want My obedience A trust Without condition I could try And give You the world Then I Remember It’s yours The purest love Requires Not grand gestures And public audiences But quiet resolve To be The best Ambassador For the Kingdom
Oooh - this is such a great word picture!
ReplyDeleteOh wow that is quite the imagery :)
ReplyDeleteSounds perfect :-D
ReplyDeleteI admit I had to look up Wellie. Never heard of it before. :) Such a great word picture!
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAsh @ Essentially Ash
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