The Little House

The little house in the wilderness

The Little House

 

The little house stands alone in the cold

The wind wines, the snow falls

grows to mounds around

Inside someone is sitting, waiting

with folded hands

Praying

Wondering

Longing

Heart is warm from the fire

O Lord, come to me

 

 

 

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