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 This day breaks slow
My heart…I fell face into the snow.
Lord, do not let go
Lord he stands by me
In the snow.
... I see the boots,
I crawl to where the last foot prints stop.

Thank you that in sleep,
I wake without the bondage of defeat.
Trust. Trust. Trust. Trust. Trust.

Sit with my soul.
Still me in your quiet hold.
Cherish me.
Let me feel that I am still gold.
Worthy to hold.
Worthy to hold.
Change me Lord.
Change me Lord
Mask me in ribbons, trestles from your throne.
Clean me to the bone.
Polish my darkness- into silvered white gold.

Blow the chaff that has smothered my soul
Blow into the wind,
as I walk forward again.
Shine light to where the wind blows
For me to go.
Guide me around the post holes
Lift me, to where vine laced flowers grow.

Trust, trust, Trust, Trust, Trust.
What does it look like?
Where can I get some to polish off my rust
Lord, dip me …Plated in trust.
Let me feel your strength
Your love. Your hand steady on the wheel
Let me see and know what is fake, what is real
Let me be what is laced, embroidered in Heaven’s appeal.

©2012 jan leree