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When all my dreams have crumbled,
When that fairy tale of a life
is shattered like broken glass at my feet.
I feel so alone, lost and forsaken.
There's no light at the end of the tunnel.
It is at that moment,
I begin to hear that still small voice.
It calls to me...Hang on!
See my Savior loves me.
He softly reminds me that He is molding me.
Molding me into a beautiful vessel.
He will take those shattered pieces of me.
He'll lovingly put them in proper place,
to create the Mosiac He intended me to be.
So, I choose to be patient.
I choose His desires to be my dreams.
Dreams that will won't shatter any more.
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