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| (Cheat River) |
Yesterday and every day before
She waited for me to come
Today, no one waits.
My soul retreats like sap
in dormant trees of winter
I wonder
Do they feel the whipping wind?
the chill of draping snow?
the heaviness of the dark?
They're telling me to rest
in hope of spring to be
when winter's work is done.
But unto you who fear My Name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in his beams and you shall go forth and gambol like calves released from the stall and leap for joy...Malachi 4:2
