Thursday, June 2, 2011

A Cold Spell

It was a cold winter's day
That I sought Your warmth
My fingers blue, my skin blistered
I yearned for the nurturing blanket You would wrap around me
Had that warmth come freely I would not have known its treasure
Had I drunk of Your sunlight without knowing this thirst
I would not have felt the resonance of Your Praise
From this trial sprang forth a desire for comfort
And when this relief upon my door knocked
In a brief moment all that existed was You
And all I could feel was the light, the warmth
The nurturing blanket of Your Mercy

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