Painting and Paraphrase by DiVoran Lites
Day One
Trees of the Hills
Isaiah 55:8-13
Beloved,
My thoughts are not your thoughts,
You receive my thoughts to replace your thoughts,
You follow My ways which are not your ways.
Now the mountains and the hills sing.
The trees of the fields clap their hands.
You are led forth in light and joy.
You are filled with truth, grace, and peace.
Old Things R New 