As the cat has the chair,

Stretched from arm to arm,

I settle for the floor,

Relaxed in comfortís charm.


Splashes of light from the old hearth,

Appear to make the walls

An army on the march.


No doubt Iím in that place

Which chases away all my alarms,

For Iím in perfect peace,

Relaxed in comfortís charm.


As I lie here,

Blending with this carpet

Over a hand-hewn board,

I feel the warmth of Jesus,

A blanket, pulled over me

By the Lord.


To Christ I give myself,

He removed all my fears of harm,

And thus I relax content,

Within His comfortís charm.


In Comfortís Charm by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                               2 Thessalonians 2:16

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