& when you walk away When the doors to your arms Are no longer open. Where do I go To wander the thoughts that Keep me warm & snug. There are parts of you that twist The thermostat that actives This warmth. & when you walk away To where does the mail go addressed With the stamp of your lips, A place I call home. Will it be delivered else where & I forlorn. When the doors to your arms Are no longer open. Where do I go To wander the thoughts that Keep me warm & snug
Snuggy ****** of a curled up cat by the fire Furry faced, smiley headed, svelte purveyor of the big meow Purring away like a Geiger counter, If you seek Nirvana then seek no more, it's here The Cat, she knows.
What is homier than your bedroom? Having God hold your hand. What is cosier than your blankets? God's promise forever to stand. What is more intimate than your pillow? God's thoughts of love for you. What is more snug than your pajamas? God's grace carrying you through.
Shades of wind Ever so subtle Warmth of the sol Embrace the soul Ever so gently Like a newborn Amidst his blanket Ever so kind Our sunset eyes Drawn to rest Ever so peacefully Till awaken By the lunar breeze Ever so gracefully