Ashes | A Poem

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”To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” ‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭61‬:‭3‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

I am but dust

The grief of my life as ash

Here yet I breath God’s breath

Though I’m lowly dirt

I found myself under a fire

Feeling the scorching heat

A refining flame

A rendering of a new self

You started a new work

You took those ashes of me

You are turning them for Your glory

You are turning mourning to beauty

You set a crown upon my head

You put salve on the wounds

The scars begin to be past stories

Where I share of where You met me in my trials and traded them for glories.

with joy,

MJ