Even a rushing mountain stream can slow
when the winters' ice and snow
hamper what progress there was to make
and change the course the waters take.
We sometimes freeze at cold environ
Unfree to flow and spend ourselves
on worthier tasks awaiting downstream.
Warm me, Lord,
awake this heart's trickle.
Your glow within melts even the hardest heart-cicles.
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