melting, melting...
tears falling through my fingers
none of them in vain
every one treasured by You

melting, melting...
alone at midnight
my soul in your hands
my heart broken by You

melting, melting...
it's all Your doing
this turning of stone to flesh
this springtime of my soul

melting, melting...
I am melting in Your presence
awestruck by Your grace
devastated by Your love

11. March 1999

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