Life out of death
Parting forest fronds of ferns,
A quiet place unfolds,
Nature's hidden sanctuary
A place to feed the soul.
Spongy moss abounds,
Its softness gently comforts
Protection from the rocks of life,
That bruise struggling efforts.
Lying still and prostrate,
One of nature's giants rests,
Life long ago extinguished,
But now a seat to bless.
Rest, yes rest here a while,
Breathe the fragrant forest,
Rest in this quiet sanctuary,
Where life and death caress.
Out of death's darkest decay,
New life eternally abounds,
An intimate cycle of life and death,
Where no division can be found.
In the quietness of this place,
Death's blackest secret revealed,
Decaying morals feed the soul,
My lost destiny seems but sealed.
Oh creator of this forest,
I am but a wretched man,
Who can save me from myself?
Listen – ‘Only Jesus can.'
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