The trees are calm this morning,
As the wind takes its rest
Upon the mountains.
Still the air is cold upon my cheeks,
And slithers down into my bones.
Yet, somewhere, I feel a warmth
A gentle flickering of a candle
Upon the darkness of my soul
That lights my spirit
And warms my heart
Upon this day of feeling God's sweet love,
A day of trembling desire to hold it.
So, let the wind blow,
Let the coolness of the day
Trample upon my waiting body,
But let the warmth of my sweet love,
Flicker inside me; my soothing sunshine.
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