It’s winter nights
That draw thee near
As wind’s blow thru
That pierce as sheers.

But in the chill
A warmth ignites
The Father’s love
Does run from high.

And when thy child
Is near His fire
Tells He does while she is tired
Stories shes read now come to life
THE MASTER puts His voice inside.

Soon He wakes her up from rest
It’s time she rises to finish best!
For she is called to go when pressed
For Spring is coming where new is fresh.

February 9, 2016