Just then I entered my sanctuary.
Closed the door,
Trimmed the wick,
And lit into flame that mysterious, pervasive scent.
But more fragrant
Was the Book that was calling…
Words written long ago,
Yet more alive with each new day.
Come, and I’ll tell you a story…
Whispered the Voice I know so well.
‘A story of people not so different to you…
Equally loved, totally redeemed,
In my precious blood.’
Come, get clean, my friend.
I am more than enough,