In My Mansion
Come inside, my child.
I see it's been rough outside lately.
But I have a place of refuge,
And it's here, but only if you choose.
Will you come inside?
Will you surrender and confide?
Away from the cacophonous sounds,
Do come inside, where peace and clarity abound.
Inside, away from winter's cold,
Come in, my child; I have warmth for your soul.
Come inside out of the rain,
I have clean towels to dry the tears of your pain.
The door to peace, love, and strength is open.
Lay down all cares and burdens and find rest inside my mansion.
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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