Thwarted dreams

Thwarted dreams filled with thwarted efforts, feel like miscarriages. They are dilapidating. They weary our will, and mock the hope we confess and proclaim.

Come Holy Spirit, Lord, Giver of Life—
In valleys of dead bones
Let us hear rattling bones
And smell the scent of flesh restored.
Germinate fallen seed
Heal barren wombs
Let prophesies come to pass
With more than enough in the way of Jesus
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