Lady Slipper


Lady slippers popping
Lightly dot the ground
The backwoods deep, are sipping sap
In this ancient, shanty town

One Golden fertilizer shell

God springs them one by one 

Perfect porridge from His well

Birthed, His mastery, done

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Entrusting to His future 

Faith revealed in such 

His Sovereignty in each new bloom

So soft, The Masters touch 


Seed by single seedling
Old things are now set free
Lord Jesus bares His beauty born
His tranquil sanctuary

Tip toe, lovely moccasin 

My eyes behold Your belle 

Made by Thee, for all to see

His promise, ethereal

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Words and Music
Kelly Sampson Griswold

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