The Heat

World weary, is that what I am?
And is life more than I can understand?
More than growing up through years
Or walking the valley in the shadow of tears
But one thing here I must confess
In spite of all of my distress
That I have faith that is ever true
To the Lord inside each one of you
No dressing up, no playing games
And it goes by a multitude of names
But my favourite one might just be heart
And we all have a share in part
To love with the heat of fire warm
In it I take shelter from the storm
By the hearth as the windows rattle
I don't think love's meant to be a battle
But only with open arms to say
I love you and I hope that's okay
I hope that's alright as the winds blow
I told you now so I guess you know

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