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
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