Hope spoke into existence worlds and stars,
Yet He formed out of dust,
More than merely who we are,
Hope took longer creating us,
Than with mighty Saturn’s rings,
Giving us something more beautiful,
Than even eagle’s wings.
A future sustainable,
With Mercy, Strength, and Love,
His Presence, His Grace,
Qualities we couldn’t yet dream of,
He granted us, before time and space,
An what we lost through transgression,
He never thought of walking away,
Instead God in flesh made intercession,
Turning our tragedy, into a Birthday!
Importance is a duty
A call to something
Not always filled with beauty
Punching, crunching, and erupting
Fighting for what is noble
Filling their role
Whether silent or vocal
Seeking to console
To reassure the downtrodden,
The hurting, and the weary,
Even the forgotten
Proving hope more than a theory
Love not a tale of fiction
Truth still a victor
Circumstances no contradiction
Pointing to the bigger picture
The promise of a better day
When all battles cease
An troubles fall away
Revealing Lasting Peace
It’s National Poetry month, and we hope you enjoy the PruittWrites Poem, “Our Concerns His Own”.
The Eternal Ruler looks onward,
At you and I,
His reach ever outward,
To hear the needy’s cry.
The One who instructed the sea,
An birthed stars by His Speach,
Cares about more than our destiny,
He cares each day about what we seek.
Does Jesus know the answer, oh yes,
Yet, He will still ask,
About our happiness, and our stress,
It’s about the conversation, not the task.
Our Sovreign, never distracted,
Making our concerns His own,
Always caring, always attracted,
Proclaiming hope to His beloved from the throne.