Burning Peace

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