In Silence
In silence He speaks to me
In the whisper of morning frost
Or the brilliance of a winter sunset.
In silence, He holds my hand,
The clasp of His fingers promise
He will never, ever leave or forsake me.
In silence, He taps my tongue
With tongs of ashen coal,
That I may speak only words of
Truth, hope, and purity.
In silence, He molds my heart
Breaking, making, and shaping me,
Into a woman that is after
His own heart.
In silence, He forgives my sins
Humbling and reminding me
That He is the Potter, while I
Am yet only the clay.
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Great Linda