
When God begins to rebuild from the refining process, slowly yet surely, the old becomes new.
Although what you see,
That look, mirrored
helpless and shattered
Torn and bruised
Image has been tattered
Worn by the shame
With no one to blame
For God says the same
To Him I lay claim
To fame,
and notoriety
It’s him that gets the glory,
Ultimately
For He has,
restored
me
dorothy’s page © 2019 Dorothy E. Young
Beautiful lines 💜
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Thank you! And thank you for reading. ❤
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Most welcome
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Love this…really well spoken.
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Why thank you 🤗
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It’s my pleasure!!
🙂
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Absolutely beautiful once again.☺️
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re most welcome your writing is superb.☺️❤️
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And so is your work. Excellent.
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Thank you so much I really appreciate that
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My pleasure
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A lovely post.
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re welcome
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Amen!
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Really love this piece!
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I’m thankful.
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The pic is priceless!
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