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The Warmth

The Warmth by Mack Hollowpoint One could feel a little Jesus in the air Nudging one’s heart to do what’s right So he held on for one more night Deciding maybe life is worth one more time He plugged in his guitar and began to strum Up in the rafters of the Mill, he heard the angels Begin to hum, then a fiddle drew up slow Welcome to the Mill music for the soul He caught a few eyes shining in the low-lit glow Folks who’d been hurting in ways he’d never know They brought their tears, left their half-filled beers Spoke on love heaven up above and parts of life They couldn’t get right, and the Mill found their song Showed them they are loved and that they will always belong Some nights the hurt walks in before the name Some nights the stories shake like window panes But the Mill don’t judge, and the Mill don’t shame It just holds you warm till you stand again The room held a hush as the night drew thin Someone whispered hope like a long-lost friend The Mill held the hurt and warmed them again That warmth That light That place that saved their life