When I was walking through the woods this morning, I asked the Lord to show me something new.
Immediately, my gaze fell to this feather. I looked closer and saw how it was covered in dew.
My mind wandered …
When my time on this earth has ended for good
And I’ve flown on the wings the dawn,
When the grass can’t remember where I once stood
When my children and their’s have moved on,
May all that I left on this earth – everything –
Be remembered, but not for my name
May people recall the name of my King
Who is worthy of glory and fame.
May that which I leave in the dirt on the ground
Be covered in Christ’s endless grace
After taking my flight, may all that is found
Point home, to a glorious place.