(I wrote this about an hour before our Monday night support group. I wanted to also share it here with you.)

 

In every life are twists and turns.

Roads that you never considered.

Paths you’d never choose.

 

Yet Christ is working a death in you.

 

Through death comes life and water that lives.

But many still sit in stagnant whims.

 

A grave of sorts with no idea they are not yet fully alive in Christ.

 

Desperate to live

But unable to die.

 

Death still stirs and bondage still reigns

Christ is God but Satan still claims.

 

Chains that rattle chain to chain

Grief and sorrow

Pride and shame.

 

But there’s a healing pool the wilderness way

That speaks of water with Heavens rain.

 

It bubbles of life just like a spring

Brings waterfalls and beautiful things.

 

Whenever your dry, the bones can still live.

But you must drink of this water of His.

 

For if you really knew to whom you speak

You’d see the Christ is alive indeed.