“In the night, he dreamed about his little flame. It came through the chimney and sat on the ashes in the fireplace." "Who are you?" asked Tim. "I am your little flame you lost." "Hungry and cold, Tim leaned against… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
Could've come like a mighty storm. With all the strength of a hurricane. You could've come like a forest fire with the power of Heaven in Your flame. But You came like a winter snow, quiet and soft and slow.… — Chris Tomlin Copy Share Image
