This year

Don’t believe the lies 

The whispers of doubt

The voice of fear

Step out in faith

God’s hands have always been stronger than your legs. 

Remember Hope today, 

Remember Hope tomorrow, 

Call unto God to heal the places where deferred hope caused infection, 

Where hope died as you watched others get called out of their waiting, 

Where dreams are shattered at life’s misgivings,

May your hope for the miraculous find its legs again,

Because damn the unfruitfulness, 

Jesus has a history of cursing unfruitful fig trees too. 

So yes,

Make room for miracles,

Make room for the God of miracles,

As you continue to tend to your gardens,

To water what you love 

And fan your flames

This ain’t no poem 

This is Ezekiel 

Calling unto the Lord of hope

To speak life to these dry bones,

Praise be to God for whom we hold onto the assurance what we pray for He will accomplish. 

So Let these eyes taste and see the goodness of the Lord in this land of the Living. 

Because is the Lord ever late? 

Will the Lord not do the impossible?

Doesn’t the Lord crown the year with His bounty?