Canopy - fall

I look at the trees

and I can see

a wounded back against the bark

and Your arms as the branches,

unprotected,

spread out for me.

God, You are our canopy

You form loving arms

that reach out to me.

I walk through the beauty of these,

the color of the trees,

and know Your Love

that Your creation allows us to see

Jesus -

be my canopy.

I’m following the path

Your arching arms are leading me through;

knowing that it’s You.

The Son shows His colors

and we sense His Truth

that we bring only ourselves

to His banquet anew.

His bounty abounds above my head –

Jesus feed me and fall all about

as I treasure Your measure of Love poured out.

God, You are our canopy

You form loving arms

that reach out to me.

I walk through the beauty of these,

the color of the trees,

and know Your Love

that Your creation allows us to see

Jesus -

be my canopy.

Wounded Wing - fall

Oh little bird, 

you poor thing,

hurting and helpless

with your sad, broken wing.

I lift you up gently with 

caring hands

and just hold you here

so you'll understand 

that in your affliction 

there's someone near

desiring to fix

but even more - to be here.

Just rest in this moment

and feel the anguish ease

with a soothing presence

that heals and relieves.

 Luke 13:6 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. ⁷ Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.