The coolness of the wind,flows bristling upon her bare skin.
Goose bumps arise,
Leaving her cold and unwise.
And but for a moment;
She shivers,Then shrugging off the cold...
She begins to meditate upon the food which feeds her soul.
The promises of His unfailing love,
Rings true within her heart...
Remembering what He said,
"He would never leave,He would never part." As the comfort of His promise begins to bring back her cover, A warmth springing forth gently,the renewing of her heart.Then there was a great out pouring of His love; A word fitly spoken:
She hears His calling and now becomes wise.