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