He Holds Tomorrow...

Art and Poem by

Tabitha Seaton

Give thanks for all the blessings you hold today

for tomorrow they may not stay.

Live your life one day at a time

being prepared for the tough climb.

Gain strength for this climb from the One above

who freely gives his power with love.

When in time we don't understand

He holds us in His strong but gentle hand. 

Don't worry about the coming of morrow.

There's no need to beg and borrow.

Today you may hold pennies and dimes
in these slow and humble times, 

but tomorrow He may bring Heaven's gold.
For His endless treasures are untold.

Just trust in Him and He will prove His strength

If you hold on for one more length.

The hands that created you 

are the hands that bring hope to new.

He holds the morrow in His palm

For it's His love that causes the storm to calm.

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Fruit of Death... Lily of Life!

FRUIT OF DEATH... LILY OF LIFE

by Tabitha Seaton

From the tree of life is a fruit of death.

a blister sprout as poison as meth.

If I eat that forbidden fruit I will surely die.

I took a bite and became fearfully shy.

I realized my sins were exposed, 

and in haste I covered with clothes.

I wanted to hide from Him who knew, 

so under a dark rock I swiftly flew.

As I heard His gentle footsteps growing near,

I felt a peaceful melting of my fear.

There was a ceasing of my tremble

when He showed me His love a symbol.

It was a cross that was to come erected

where Heaven and Earth would become intersected.

The curtain between them would disappear

and His love would finally become more clear.

To this cross our spirits would be led

and all of our sins would finally be shed.

On this structure a Savior would be hung

on which his life in blood will be slung.

When it is finally finished the curtain will be torn.

When our Savior dies... We will be reborn.

No other lamb will have to be slain.

That kind of act will now be in vain.

He is now the one true Lamb... they've been replaced.

With Him all the sins will be erased.

There will be a hope that is new, 

and a Holy Spirit that is true, 

Now every lily will praise His name.

Nothing after will be the same.

From his death sleep He will rise again

and His death defeat will remove all our sin.

So, the guilt I carry from this apple I bit, 

It is buried now and on it's grave I spit. 

I will not think of it again

I will not let lies eat me from within. 

He put to death all my doubt...

and from it's seeds, love will sprout.

The apple seed that's buried in the ground

will be the lily that's voice is heard all around, 

singing songs of praise and rejoice,

forever more I am drawn to it's voice!


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