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WINTER LAKE

Oh Meek and wary child
Don’t cry
Deliverance is yet to come by the winter lake
Hold strong for own sake
For your tears will transpire to pearl light
Cradled towards pure flight
Falling Into the arms of loving grace
Embracing you disheartened face
To leave no trace
Of your hindered and troubled past
Sing loud and proud in your shimmering cast
Don’t be so quick to move so fast
For tomorrow will take care of its self, at last
Oh marvelous child who stumbled
The hairs on you head are numbered
Walk again upon you given road
Hold strong with your soft chin raised high
Adore the morning clouds
And shed away your lies with the autumn leaves
For life’s grace will shelter you with many kisses
Oh pure and gentle child
You are of love, returning to love