Saturday, February 2, 2013


Awaken to the white morning
Palest of grounds stand before me
Pondering upon who I am to be

Wandering out in the chill
Scoop into my hands sparkling dust
I realize in whom I must trust

In falling down I stand
Relishing the briskness of cold
Wondering what makes men bold

A warm kind hand reaches out
Taking it I know where I am
Boldly trusting in God the I AM

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