Poems#70 Twelve
Genesis 49
Each tribe had their strengths to stand, their weaknesses to fall
Still through the Twelve the Messiah came through like Seeds do
Except this Seed that’s Jesus pierced the darkness to shine Light
Even though the Twelve tribes of Israel was preparing the soil
Through life altering events that would bring Roses like Moses
That would make them feel more like cactus, still they had Roses
Cloud by day, fire by night the Spirit of the Lord will be with them
Like any garden weeds had to be pulled & pruned for roses to grow
Not everyone of the Twelve could see the Goodness of the Lord
Generation to Generation would remember to forget God’s goodness
Despite where they came from, the mercies shown, they chose Sin
They lived like weeds instead of like Roses from His Garden
Thankfully the Lord’s a Master gardener that makes the best of us
Through taking the worst of our thorns & piercing His hands, His feet
Through a Cross He showed the Cactus Rose He sees rising in us
The Twelve tribes couldn’t see Jesus was their manna, their water
Because they didn’t understand the Garden the Lord was making
The Beauty of God that sees the Rose in us coming out of the ashes
Genesis 49
Each tribe had their strengths to stand, their weaknesses to fall
Still through the Twelve the Messiah came through like Seeds do
Except this Seed that’s Jesus pierced the darkness to shine Light
Even though the Twelve tribes of Israel was preparing the soil
Through life altering events that would bring Roses like Moses
That would make them feel more like cactus, still they had Roses
Cloud by day, fire by night the Spirit of the Lord will be with them
Like any garden weeds had to be pulled & pruned for roses to grow
Not everyone of the Twelve could see the Goodness of the Lord
Generation to Generation would remember to forget God’s goodness
Despite where they came from, the mercies shown, they chose Sin
They lived like weeds instead of like Roses from His Garden
Thankfully the Lord’s a Master gardener that makes the best of us
Through taking the worst of our thorns & piercing His hands, His feet
Through a Cross He showed the Cactus Rose He sees rising in us
The Twelve tribes couldn’t see Jesus was their manna, their water
Because they didn’t understand the Garden the Lord was making
The Beauty of God that sees the Rose in us coming out of the ashes