Compassion and grace
-You loved me when no one else would
You cared when all who could
Left when I stood.
My story told,
You took hold
And said "your heart is cold."
You showed me warmth
And shared its source
You fanned the coals
You gave me hope
Provided a rope
For me to cling
The fire is low
Please – I must know
Will it ever grow?
Will it blaze?
Will I be dazed?
Will I be warm?
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