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
For Him to lift me higher
As I bow in radical surrender
Me with Christ, Him in me
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