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My Landscape
by Linda Jackson Through Your blood my landscape changed My valleys are not the same The promises You made of old Are opening to me as Your Word unfolds I shake my head and smile My physical needs and wants You have multiplied I wait, for my heart knows there are greater blessings to come I will one day see a city, I have not built A house filled with goodness, I have not filled A river of living water, I have not dug Trees of healing fruit, I have not sown A landscape prepared for a new day But now I must not fall into my old ways A valley, my feet cut by thorns Cliffs, razor sharp, hands bleeding and torn My landscape has changed, no more tears from the pain My mountain path is now so easy I don't deserve the Way I have claimed I can't see my future here, where shadows are cast So my heart sees a shining city A house full of love and laughter A glimmering river, rippling songs of praise Trees, sweet fruit, that will set my mind ablaze My name is Linda Jackson. I am a blessed wife, mother and grandmother. I am a Biblical counselor and teacher to women in jail. I also teach kindergarten Sunday school. I enjoy writing, playing in the yard with my plants and doing cross stitch while watching football. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |