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The howling winds
Echo the cold confines of my heart,
The grey sky reflecting my soul.
Wrapped in a blanket
I stare at the fire;
The flames dance and taunt me.
The blanket only tightens its deadly grip around me;
Threatening to overtake me
And sear my heart forever in its sorrow.
The Bible lays open beside me,
Its words transforming
So I can only see the bad.
Amidst the storm outside
I see the beacon of a distant lighthouse
Cutting through the fog and snow.
A beacon of hope?
The flames stop their dance.
They reach out to me,
Melting my cold heart.
The blanket loosens its grip,
Wrapping me in its warm, soft cocoon.
I am safe.
The words swirl,
Creating a refreshing pool.
My hope is in You.
The pages turn,
The wind dies down.
I am the Resurrection and the life.
The snow stops falling,
Leaving a soft, fresh blanket.
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
The silence after the storm
Comforts my soul.
My soul waits in silence for God only.
I fall asleep
Safe and sound in His arms.
Come to Me all who are weary...
And I will give you rest.
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All scripture is NASB
Ps. 37:5
Jn. 11:25
Ps. 57:1
Mt. 11:28
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