Though I Was Licked From Ancient Ice (Set My Heart Aflame) -3/24/05

I do not dare to say I’ve not been blessed.
My sins, I know, are washed away
There’s blessing in each breath, each day
But Love, at times, our falsest hopes must dash.

I’ve hurt like Hell and been denied
I’ve bathed in blood come from Your side
Oh Lord, my refuge is Your sacred breast.

When joy is hard to see today
I recognize my heart of clay
Repenting in my soul of dust and ash.

I see Your love through times I’ve cried
And value more Your mercy tried
You work with both the shepherd’s staff and rod.

In Joy and Sorrow, Glory be to God.

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