Allison Janae Blog

The human experience is full of creation, 

and destruction. 

Of being made 

and remade. 

Of creating life 

and destroying it. 

Our words are spades, 

molding the soil in nourishing ways 

around just-sprung sprouts. 

So too are our words swords: 

slashing and mawing out 

all the delicate beauty of life we had sown.

God, make my words seeds. 

Make them sprout out new life and growth 

for the world to marvel at Your love, 

to give them reason to stop and smell 

the aroma of your beauty in its bright and deep folds, 

like the bold delicacy of a rose’s velvet layers. 

God, make my words songs. 

Make them a melody that sparks 

an experience of joy and hope that spans

 eternity in a glimpse. 

Make my voice sing 

in the worship of Your glory 

even in conversation, lilting and quavering 

with the rest of creation, in awe of You.