The Winter of My Soul by Tim McGee

The Winter of My Soul

by Tim McGee

It is winter
With the sharpened beauty of a double-edged sword
A blanket of icy frost sparkles even in the dimmest light
Yet the chill of passing through it unnerves me
Forged and polished treasure separating joint and marrow
Justly judging mind and heart
My stony heart is no match for hardened alloy
Pierced so to root out what does not lead to You
A wound intended to reveal the fullness of Your beauty
A redemptive suffering to prepare for Your glory
Grant me Your strength as You purify me
Through the winter of my soul

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