The Message


There is a multitude of people whose lives have become timeworn
Who are in need of a message to forewarn
Who have a hard time even hearing a word spoken through a bullhorn
They are like ships ready to crash for lack of a foghorn
Or a tree in the open field during a skylit thunderstorm
They have entered the battlefield in the wrong uniform
No head covering even in a hailstorm
They cannot understand why they feel so lost and forlorn
So the Lord sends a messenger to plant a seed likened to an acorn
It starts out small turning into a mighty oak, as is a soul reborn
Producing seed for even more to transform
So to each of us is given a unique platform
Along with an anointing to inform
Helping all those ready to conform
To follow the One who wore the crown of thorns!

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