Dreary Sky

It’s a cold, wet day relying on my goodness alone.
The rain stings my face and
no matter how hard I try,
I cannot seem to get warm.
There’s a chill that’s settled in my bones.

But wrapped in the warm, soft blanket of God’s grace,
the blazing fire of the Holy Spirit roaring
on the hearth of my heart,
I know that I am embraced, forgiven and ne’er alone.
No chilly fall nip can take the warmth of Christ’s love from me.

Roaring Fire

© 2009. Annabelle Peake. All rights reserved.

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