
the harvest’s at hand
go be a new creation
proclaim with your life

the harvest’s at hand
go be a new creation
proclaim with your life

synchronized breathing
heard before seen on the path
jogger and his dog

first day of July
color finally changing
can’t wait to taste red

busyness of life
work, school, church, sports and others
yet no time to live
pause to breath and be present
the now of eternity

looking with wonder
never knowing cruelty
wide eyed innocence