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The Mountain snow sleeps silently in the moonlight.

My heart breaks as others reject the truth.

But my tongue remains tied by my own active rejection.

My goal is to be like the mountain, asleep, silent, and cold.

Until someday, warmed by sunlight and spring, streams of water will pour forth.

My heart and tongue, now like cold winter, after Christ’s healing, can be open, courageous, and vibrant again.

I must remember to repent first, or everything I try will be in vain.