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I want to prune this winter:
Uproot it from my life.
I want to purge this deadness
With all its pain and strife.

The sun may come,
But what may grow
From all this pain
I do not know.
Into new joy
I’d like to go
And leave behind
This pain and woe.

But pruning in the winter
Is said to be unwise,
For life and joy again may come
With springtime’s sunny skies.

And so I’ll wait on pruning
And seek again God’s face,
And pray for Him to cover
My deadness with His grace.

by Gwennon,
January 15, 2015