Hotter Then Any Furnace
The moonlight illuminates the snow ---
Crystals sparkel like very precious gems ---
As I trod upon the ground, each step echoes ---
Steam is coming from my silent mouth ---
Even though I am bathed completely in cold sweat ---
My heart for God, burns hotter then any furnace.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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