Far Beneath The Bitter Snows
I have known the blast of cold
that long winter of discontent,
Deep has blown the icy wind
the dark of night has sent.
But from underneath the frost
grew forth a tiny seed,
Reaching for the suns warm rays
crying out with need.
Give me sunshine, or I die
please melt my freezing heart,
Restore the hope of spring again
to break the chill apart.
Pour your love into my soul
to make my life grow strong,
My Lord, You were raised to bring the spring
lift me up, where You belong.
I will bloom where you are planted
Your purity to know,
As You unfurl Your love
A rose to rise within the snow.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2004
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord
I wait for God my Saviour
my God will hear me
Micah 7:7
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