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The laurels I once called my own
Have slipped, forgotten, through the cracks
Which still deface my wounded heart,
The pain announcing all I lack;
The confidence I once held dear
Was blown away by winter winds,
Though spring has come, my heart’s not thawed,
So many fears still have me pinned;
Now summer’s bringing love again,
So many dancing dreams are born,
But I’ve got nothing left to give—
The ribbons I once won are torn;
The confidence I once held dear
Is dead and cannot be revived,
But I am praying for a change
To bring my frozen heart alive;
I bring petitions to my Father,
I’m begging for the strength to stand:
I feel the warmth of life again
As Jesus takes me by the hand;
The confidence I find in Christ
Has brought me everything I need—
I’ve nothing of my own to give,
But still by faith I will proceed,
I have no laurels left to offer,
No ribbons to pronounce my love;
I’ll give her just the cross of Christ
And know that it will be enough.
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