A Harvest Breaking

Proverbs 1:33 (ESV) but whoever listens to me will dwell secure
    and will be at ease, without dread of disaster.”


A poem for Chapter 1 written by Anna Louise Smit


In night
Of darkness
No Light
You see
My Light
Still burns
In YOU
To shine.

My balm
So soft
So gentle
Shall yet pour
On wounds
Hid deep.

You wait
In hope
Your soul
Crushed
By each wound
You bear
Silently
Unseen by man.

Accusations
I see them
Strangling
Suffocating
My Voice
In you
Each time
You rise
To seek
My face.

Saddled by fear
And shame
Winding
Round
And round
Your throat.

You've begun
To hoard
My harvest
Ripe
With grain
Bowing to your
Idols
Believing
This is Me.

Now watch Me
Break that
Heavy yoke
Shatter
That bushel
That dares
To measure
My love
And mercy
For My Bride.

Watch Me
Shine
My balm
Upon
Each
And every
Wound
Hid deep.

I AM
Declaring
My children
Mine
Freeing
My Voice
In you.

You shall yet
Not just
With your mouth
But with your
Every breath
In your weakness boast
Of My sovereign
Plan and purpose
Unashamed
And unafraid.


You, My children
Shall yet
Sing
Of My love, truth
And grace
Near and far
That I might
Gather all
Unto Me.

No longer
Bound in idol worship
In pride and sin
And shame
I'm breaking
The hold
Of all
That's already
Healed
And whole
Made complete
In Me.

A Holy
Temple
Mine
I'm setting
You apart
Breaking
You open
To shine
My light
Freely.

To pour
My grain
Without
Measure
The noose
Of fear
And shame
Broken
For good.

I'm freeing you
To celebrate
Each
And every
Promise true
To delight
In Me
Just as I
So delight
In You.

Oh yes!
I already see you
My Holy Temple
You're
Running
Singing
And dancing
In My Spirit fire
Set apart
Unto your King:

A Harvest Breaking.


Thanks to Shalitha Dissanayaka @dissa for making the photo for this post available freely on Unsplash 🎁 https://unsplash.com/photos/wqb_dTZCNys