Parade
All the flowers are yours. And you deserve it. Every yellow gold daffodil, burnt red rose, sparkly purple poppies tailing the strong wind that blows the banner I wave overhead as I campaign your glory down my seasoned black road you paved over for me. It’s a PARADE! It’s just for you, led only by me. Because my soul has been so FULL of gratitude but now MY SPIRIT sees:
I wasn’t being held back; you’re covering me.
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I didn’t destroy it all, you’re transforming it all for me.
I could never give up; you’ve got purpose and plans for me.
So, it’s about time that I opened these festivities in your name and for your honor until you usher in eternity to take us all to our forever home.
This is your parade.
