A bright blue bird
Perches on a cold gray day.
A cold gray soul
Hovers in a weakened being.
A weakened spirit barely
Exists in a fading body.
A fading heart
Loses its power in a weary life.
A weary woman is ready to give up.
God warms that cold soul.
God strengthens that weak being.
God brightens that fading heart.
God relieves that weary woman.
God is my fortress when life comes at me.
Christ if my anchor when the stormy seas rise.
The Holy Spirit is my safe have when demons taunt me.
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