FirstFruits

As I wake to reflect a life

seeking crisp green glory,

                It withers in the aftermath

                failing to tell its story.

 

As I quake from disaster,

myself a pool of earthly tears,

                the Son paints me

                the gold of heaven.

 

As I forsake sinful spirits

tempting flesh in earthly form,

                He humbles me

                into an ocean.