Evening fire
Warm blanket
Sleeping husband
Snoring son
Laptop open
Story telling
Weaving words
~
The sweetest moments
Can’t be told
But must be lived
Warm memories
Happen on cold nights
With peaceful hearts
~
Peace is not an outward gift
Peace comes from God
Peace is His love
His blood spilled
My heart changed
His heart my own
~
His peace is my warmth
Burning from within
Our God is fire
Burning the dross
Warming cold hearts
Firing His people
~
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
