All that Saves

A warm wind blows her warm-blonde hair
Waving, washing, if you dare
A day that washes over me
A pale black night, a memory
A scent that makes it all come back
A warmth that crushes, tit-for-tat
A surge that brushes ’gainst her mind
That rushes through the sands of time
And in that moment stillness reigns
A Savior’s love is all that saves

A pale black night / A memory

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