Leaves limp on the ground. Limbs hanging from larger ones.
of old. Hopes of sweet kisses still
in the mistletoe.
the young doe and buck frolic near the apple tree,
the sun rests its eyes and invites the starry sky
share his wealth.
My heart is full of the same taste gained from the apple,
playfully stirring that young deer.
leap and shout the joy of freedom, confidence, and love
rushes through my veins.
is not my blood that gives life,
the eating of the fruit from God,
fruit, so flavorful, so delicious,
is His Word to me.
flowing of the Holy Spirit
proof that my strength is from God,
His Son, Jesus Christ.
run Lord, because of You.
gleefully dance within Your creation,
with praise under Thy Tree of Life.
You I eat to a Spiritís fullness, and never wondering
the supply of goodness fades,
it is eternal by Thy Hand.
Forever I praise You,
A Spiritís Fullness by Ronhales Galatians 5:22-23