Lady Slipper
Lady slippers popping
Lightly dot the ground
The backwoods deep, are sipping sap
In this ancient, shanty town
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With golden fertilizer
The wind blows, whispering
The moccasin floats high above
The needles in the spring
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Seed by single seedling
Old things are now set free
Lord Jesus bares His beauty born
In His tranquil sanctuary
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Words and music
Kelly Sampson Griswold