Evil cannot kill the children of God.
By Emily Cozzens
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Ash clings to my skin
Smoke stings my eyes
The trees are just skeletons
Blackened and dry
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The chimney still stands
Amidst the white ash
And the small plume of smoke
Is no longer black
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As we wade through
The towering black timber
Our footsteps leave
Small puffs of powder
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Sunlight beats through
The deadened black trees
With no canopy
Left to relieve
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The heat, the pain
The story of horror
Spelled out before me
In each and every corner
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But the sun illuminates
The story of hope
In a small blade of grass
So people can know
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It takes more than flames
To snuff out our life
Out of these ashes
You’ll watch us rise
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Watch us rise high
High and tall
Bring back the life
That you thought would fall
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We’ll stand like these trees
Tall and proud
Even though our ashes
Are scattered on the ground
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It takes more than flames
To snuff out our life
Out of these ashes
You’ll watch us rise
This.. this is amazing! I truly love it very much and it is a fantastic addition to the KP library!! Keep writing for Jesus because He’s given you a wonderful, wonderful gift!
Thanks! I loved driving through black forest, CO and seeing the bright green grass contrasted against the dead blackness. It was absolutely beautiful. I wish I’d taken a picture of it.
You managed to get it published! I knew you could!
I did! It was so fun seeing it on the banner. ^_^ Thanks for your confidence!