Lady Slipper

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

With golden fertilizer
The wind blows, whispering
The moccasin floats high above
The needles in the spring

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

Words and music
Kelly Sampson Griswold

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