Looking for what to write
Searching for hints within my sight
Reflecting on hidden nuggets ‘all my might
As if life in Christ is not the light
But most times I forget the reason
Why I began to share my pieces
But however tough such season
In the secret place, turmoil ceases
And in that precious hidden place
Where I withdraw to meet the Father
I drench myself in renewed grace
Laying all my heart as His daughter
Then I see; I remember the light
I easily know what will be bright
For from within lies the ignite
So with Christ at the centre,
Whatever displayed will be alright
Hephzibah
Being Found In The Vine 