Winter in His breath
Though Autumn we just met
His fresh Spirit-breeze
Speaks with such ease … leaves
My starving soul
Awakened in this morning stroll
A craving to taste
His body broken … for I dare not waste
His sacrifice, His death for me
My desire
For Him to lift me higher
As I bow in radical surrender
Me with Christ, Him in me
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Have a beauty-full day.
In Christ,
Julie
Faith Hope and Poetry 
Beautiful, Dear Julie!
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Thank you so much dear Bettie. Thanking Jesus for His inspiration and love bringing this poem to life.
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