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Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Come and rest beside My little fire

My friend, come stand beside me
Lately, I'm feeling so lost
A flood came and washed the stones of the path away
And a hot sun turned the mud to dust
Calling the sheep in for the evening
There's a Voice, calls above the howling wind
It says come rest beside My little fire
We'll ride out the storm that's coming in
My friend, you know me and my family
You've seen us wandering through these times
You've seen us in weakness and in power
You've seen us forgetful and unkind
All that I want is One who knows me
A kind hand on my face when I weep
And I'd give back these things I know are meaningless
For a little Fire beside me when I sleep
~ Patty Griffin

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