MY RAINBOW PROMISE
My truth springs up,
with blades of green,
leaving knowledge,
never before seen.
Eyes can see,
in their heart,
the wrong as they,
from it depart.
Ears can hear,
the Mighty Name,
calling them upward,
away from guilt and shame.
My Spirit uses My Truth,
as a spade in the ground,
and it digs and digs,
and digs all around.
Seeds of truth are left to grow,
in places where only despair,
the heart would know,
instead, is joy left to repair.
Watch Me water,
from on High,
as we reap together,
My rainbow promise in the sky.
Jesus
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