Poem by Chris Chance Produced by Wayne Kronz Images by morgueFile.com Gods’ Trees

Arise for it is a brand new day. For the King is coming.

The shadow of the king appears and sees his followers standing ready to do God's will.

As the Lords children stand in amazement in front of the king, they gaze up toward Heaven.

The Lord gazes downward from Heaven and sees, the inside, of each one of us.

As the Lord looks inside of each one us, he sees that we all are uniquely made. Made in the Lord's image.

It doesn't matter what color our skin, hair, or even the way we look on the outside. Because it is what is inside that matters.

We all were made in the image of the Lord. That no matter how you look at things, the Lord has a plan for everything.

A plan could be that the Lord wants us to find our inner peace with one another. By sitting along a river bank and, , ,

, , , looking out upon the calm of an ocean waters. Just being one with the Lord.

We are covered by the Blood, which makes us white as snow.

No matter what life throws at us, He will always be there for each one of us.

We always know that we all will be leaving things behind, and going home to be with the Lord.