Warm

It was a cold and frosty morning, but the sun came up… and so did this poem

Warm

Sitting on the back steps,
a cup of tea in hand,
basking in the sun’s warmth
makes everything seem grand.

Thank you for the sun, Lord;
thank you for its warmth;
thank you for the Son of God
and His love which too shines forth.

I sit and bask in this love:
it warms my heart and soul.
It gives me cause to live this day
for it displaces all the cold.

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