Oh the winding of the leaves, of yon family stock,  With its twists, turns, and many knots It has joy, sadness, sorrow, and laughter,  and one generation knows little that comes after While some stems weighted with woe,  others do higher grow, Regal, and noble deeds, Mighty exploits, knights and noble steeds, Though not all suited with armor Princes, paupers, quiet men, and farmers The heartbeat of family in every limb, A prayer, courage,  a joyful hymn These are what makes a family line God planted, and nourished, a day at a time.

The day dawns with Grace Light sparks the sky Sunshine brightens each face Some eager, others with weary eye No matter what holds this morn Regardless the fight or opportunity  Whether carefree or forlorn  All part of a community  Who has been gifted Treasures beyond our realization  Though man’s failure rifted  God’s Love offered Salvation  Now we an age of strife Anger, bitterness and fear Try to engulf this life Yet to all who will hear Day’s light speaks His Mercies renew each day Hope for all who seeks Peace still has it’s way

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.  …