Every Season

Pockets full of hopes,
Bags filled with dreams,
Traveling down the road,
To a safe place it seems.

Taking in the scenes,
And all of life’s reasons,
You provide all I need,
For each and every season.

Resting in the mist,
Your love surrounds me,
As I float inside Your space,
I am full, I am free.

When I creep into the shadows,
Of the dark forest so deep,
The scent of pine reminds me you are there,
Waiting for me to flee.

When I come back into the garden,
You say, I am delicate like a rose,
Like the peaceful scent of lavender,
You calm my mind and soul.

For I am alive,
I am well,
I am truly loved,
Protected from Hell.

As I filter through the pain,
On my journeys in life,
I can see the beauty,
And how you make everything just right.

Pockets full of hopes,
Bags filled with dreams,
Traveling down the road,
To a safe place it seems.

Taking in the scenes,
And all of life’s reasons,
You provide all I need,
For each and every season.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

One thought on “Every Season

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: