In the late night hours.
When feeling down and dour.
Into the cup to fit.
Ready hot for a sip.
The air fills with aroma.
Putting my mind in coma.
With a hand bold.
Fighting outside cold.
There to the waiting lips.
Bliss with the quiet sips.
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JESUS SAVES



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