Gold Dust

12.17.12 ~ 7.54pm

 

If I could live 10,000 days

On earth to tell of your

Wondrous ways

There would not be enough time, or space nor hearing ear

To tell of the Love with which you hold us dear ~

Tender mercies

Great refiner of each fire

Grant us grace and take us

Higher

On thermal drafts from heat down here

Ah such wisdom

When you make it all so clear

Forgive the groaning

Forgive Father, my doubt

Surely you know

When to pull me out

And shine I will

Yes shine I must

For you have graciously polished me

With your own Gold Dust…†

Isaiah 25.15

J

 

 

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