Outside it’s freezing
Inside it’s cold
No one to keep me warm
My bones are old

All day the cold stays
And someday I won’t wait

Sunshine, inject my mind
Warm me
I can’t feel my hands
Sunshine, inject my mind
Warm me

I sit around and watch the snow
I see the sun come out then go

I wish this really was not so
But falling down on the ice
Means it’s melting slow

Sunshine, inject my mind
Warm me

–Skrape, “Sunshine”–

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Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.
–1 Samuel 3:9 (NIV)–

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Augustin Poulain, The Graces of Interior Prayer (Kegan Paul, 1910), pp. 167, 415.

Henry Blackaby, Hearing God’s Voice (B&H Books, 2002).