I thought I'd share one of Phillip's psalms with you.
Psalm 2
I am a field and the Lord is my winter morning.
I am hidden in His whiteness;
beneath His snow my imperfections are covered:
A fallen tree, blackness from a summer fire,
thickets of deep-rooted weeds and thorns.
In Him I find a new beginning
For though I appear empty,
He is growing in me a green heart—
He is preparing me for spring.
I am a field and the Lord is my winter morning.
I am hidden in His whiteness;
beneath His snow my imperfections are covered:
A fallen tree, blackness from a summer fire,
thickets of deep-rooted weeds and thorns.
In Him I find a new beginning
For though I appear empty,
He is growing in me a green heart—
He is preparing me for spring.
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