HOPE IN TIMES OF REJECTION

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Rejection chills the inner recesses of the heart
As a biting winter wind ices a harvest field,
Extinguishing all trace of warmth, frosting the land,
Driving out all appearance of life and hope of yield.

Yet the warming rays of the Son's great persistent love
Can thaw and renew the frosted, freeze-numbed barren heart,
Restore, refashion fertile ground for seeds of life
And cultivate 'til fruit is reaped from each Son-warmed part.

by: Diane F. Thompson
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