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Hop on I’ll Swing You
By Dahni
Heard a voice clearer, than any fog of fright
Saw a pair of folded hands, in clouds of light
My ears heard and my eyes sight
My heart took flight
And he said and I saw
Transformed and in awe
“Don’t sweat the small of the big stuff
I’ve got you covered Oh, more than enough
Drop the pride and the uppity puff
Stand humble and kind and tough
I am for you, do not worry, cry or fuss
I am for you, what matters who, is against us
Don’t worry, criticize or cuss
Gold is your ticket, get on the bus
Answer the critics or answer the call
Rise up or shrink in your small
Answer, Christ the cornerstone, I’m the wall
Chin up, chest out, stand straight, stand tall
Fall down confounded
Feel like you’re surrounded
Daily your interest is compounded
Stay focused, stay faithful, stay grounded
Speak of all these words, ever new
Above the grays, the skies are blue
Look beyond what appears to be true
And know that I, am surrounding you
Hustle for power, wealth and fame
Or shrink in guilt and fear and shame
Your victor and victory already came
Claim more than enough in just one name
Jesus Christ, for the world, paid it all
Take these hands, stand up, stand tall
No sputter, no choke. no stall
Never banter, judge or brawl
My child, be not weary in doing well
All the hounds of hell shall not prevail
A forever home is prepared for you to dwell
Be at peace in health, prosper and swell
Place in me, all your cares and trust
Where no moth corrupts or water can rust
Made corrupted and out of dust
Raised incorruptible and just
Though hell spits, spews and has swirled
I in you, am greater, than he that’s in the world
Though doubts like flags curled
I am your banner furled
I rule your days and I guard your nights
Sun, moon and stars, your mobile lights
Against the dims, I’m the brights
I’m the depths and the heights
My job is to love, guide and show you The Way
Your job is to follow and learn in your play
I am the brighter than the day
I the master potter, you my masterpiece clay
Fear not, my promises are forever true
Hop on my hands, I’ll swing you “
From the collection: ‘Psalms in the Key of Thee’ ©️ 2020, all rights reserved
Notes: I do not know the identity of the photographer or artist of the picture here. I do not know if it is a photograph, one edited or if it is a work of imagination to conceive it and seen with eyes to perceive it. I do not know if this is a naturally occurring phenomenon. But God in His nature of images, draws and paints and draws up and out, the imagination like a photograph of a record of inspiration. Children learn because, they imagine. Adults tell them it is play. Then growing up, they are told to put away childish things. Imagination shrivels. Learning ceases when we can no longer see swinging on the hands of God in the clouds.
Dahni
Pentecost 