Whistling wind searching for home.
Valleys, Oceans, forests it roams.
Dancing alone above the frosty lake.
Like a slithering foggy-white snake.
The wind carries a melodious tune.
Sailing around hot sand dunes.
“I need to rest!” says the wind.
A house is open around the bend.
Sneaking through the cedar door.
It rests on the welcoming floor.
Joy and peace are found in this place.
A family that loves God and grace.
Chad A. Damitz
Conform to Jesus 
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