Warm

I’ve been finding comfort

in the unseen.

All that it asks of me

is that I believe.

A single wreck disabled

all the night.

Swept right off

the table of my life.

 

Don’t got no problem,

no-no-no more,

singing with grace

in my heart I poured, out.

Putting despair away,

not fair today.

 

All that I can witness,

 a hand that holds on tight

when I cry and beg forgiveness;

I’m relying blind.

 

A warm home

full of winter friends.

A fire burning

low beside the bed.

Got no problem,

no-no-no more,

singing for grace

in my heart,

I’m warm.

 

Been finding comfort

in the unseen,

all that it asks of me

is that I believe

and comfort

is everything I’ve ever begged for;

all that and more.

Come in where it’s warm.

 

HG – 2000-2005

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