Harsh arctic winds within me blow,
Bone chilling blizzard in my heart,
Stark bitterness packed in like snow.
Must work through frigid wintry pain,
Like ice, it will not break apart.
My harbored hurts have frozen me,
With stubborn heart, I wonít let go,
But cling to ice cold misery.
My pardon they do not deserve -
Hold on, although it hurts me so.
Bright Warming Glow appears to me,
Though I resist, Heat melts a drop.
This moment halts me, sobering,
How dare I choose to not forgive?
Donít want His thawing work to stop.
Warm nail-scarred hands embrace my soul.
With penetrating healing touch,
Begins His work to make me whole.
Melts ice to puddles deep within,
Just what I needed, oh, so much.
The steam from One whose gentleness
Diffused, dissolved my glacial heart,
Restored my soul, and I am blessed.
Iím grateful for His work in me,
He caused the ice to break apart.
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