One never knows the way wind blows,
or if plants grow when seeds you sow,
receive no rain, in drought the strain,
will still refrain, all hope will drain.
But days grow strange when winds may change,
and breeze's range are re-arranged.
All one's control falls in a hole,
as if fate's scroll went on the dole.
The Lord appeared, my conscience seared.
my heart was speared, my senses cleared.
Its then I knew God gave a clue,
my time was due, I'm born anew.
For Christ had died and Satan lied,
my will is tied on faith relied.
But now I see with Him agree,
from sin's dark sea I've been set free.
R.Owen 31/12/2020
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Author Notes
John 3:3
Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. KJV
Thanks for reading. R.Owen
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