The Flowers of the Field

Acrylic & Oil | 36”x24”

Blood bought

Flower pot

He picks me from the field and returns me to the fold

Time erases everything as we try and fail to break the mold

The story’s already told But some of it’s untold

The sun evaporates our troubles

Our treasures become soil

Sovereign over everything

He turns the dust to Gold

Earthly gains impermanent

As His plans unfold

I’m so grateful to the Lord

He preserves my soul

Everything is not in vain

He aligns my goals

And everything is in His name

Over everything His rule

Impermanence is a hard truth to experience

But an everlasting, infinite, permanent God is a truth that’s hard to comprehend