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
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