Fireflies- Prayer moved by the wind.
Her love for people, upon her brow.
The light of heaven sat on the tip of her lips,touched with a burning kiss.
As her heart cries into the deepest of night where dark had softly veiled the earth
and men slumber sank. Filled with a burning flame she blew her prayer not in vain.
Caught by heavens ear, suddenly He drew near, with one command, heaven opened
and out came His will of tears dressed in flaming gear ready to lid a dying candle stuck in
shadowed fear.
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