Warm your hands in the fire
It's no uncommon thing
Wash your hands in the flames
Hear the glowing embers sing
He walked the coals before
You woke to see the door
And He stands the warm embrace
Just to help your feet
Know their place
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Fatherhood
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