Burning Peace

Evening fire

Warm blanket

Sleeping husband

Snoring son

Laptop open

Story telling

Weaving words

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The sweetest moments

Can’t be told

But must be lived

Warm memories

Happen on cold nights

With peaceful hearts

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Peace is not an outward gift

Peace comes from God

Peace is His love

His blood spilled

My heart changed

His heart my own

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His peace is my warmth

Burning from within

Our God is fire

Burning the dross

Warming cold hearts

Firing His people
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Let it flow onto the page

That peace, that fire

Burning bright hot

Igniting Your love

In those who read

The words I weave

On this cold night

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