God's Cinderella

My spirit wandered, sore, abused, by selfish choices badly bruised; a heart that stumbled through the years, lame from its sins and filled with fears. The world with all its dreadful ills belabored my poor, weakened will till down death's path I made my start, a little, lonely, lame-girl heart. I lost my dreams amid the trash; my expectations cruelly dashed, I waited for the ogre Fate to lower on my mean estate. Then One came riding through the dark; He labored over hope's dim spark and fanned the embers to a flame; He called my heart by a new name. No longer go I lame through life, through lonely days of anxious strife; my footsteps fall in steady pace upheld and firm by God's own grace. I trust Him now to guide me till I reach my home, God's perfect will. I have peace since I made this new start with God's glass slipper on my heart. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, 1987