Plum blossom bark, like blackened, burnt branches,
Twisted and scored with knots, ugly and formless,
Is an image of barren, hopeless life;
Like leprosy or a soul stricken with inconsolable
grief;
Waiting only for death to come.
Yet hidden from view is the most replete
surge of living hope that can be imagined:
A replete surge of blossom wonder
to take away your breath;
A delight, an awesome splendour
Hidden in times secret.
Such is God's hidden miracle of
love, that nothing can separate us from,
through Jesus Christ.
Twisted and scored with knots, ugly and formless,
Is an image of barren, hopeless life;
Like leprosy or a soul stricken with inconsolable
grief;
Waiting only for death to come.
Yet hidden from view is the most replete
surge of living hope that can be imagined:
A replete surge of blossom wonder
to take away your breath;
A delight, an awesome splendour
Hidden in times secret.
Such is God's hidden miracle of
love, that nothing can separate us from,
through Jesus Christ.