Lady Slipper

Lady slippers,popping
Gently dot the ground
Backyard woods are sipping sap
In this old shanty town

One Golden fertilizer shell
God springs them one by one
Perfect porridge from His well
Birthed, His mastery, done

Entrusting to His future
Faith revealed in such
His Sovereignty in each new bloom
So soft, The Masters touch

Tip toe, lovely moccasin
My eyes behold Your belle
Made by Thee, for all to see
His promise, ethereal

Kelly Sampson Griswold



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