As
the cat has the chair,
Stretched
from arm to arm,
I
settle for the floor,
Relaxed
in comfort’s charm.
Splashes
of light from the old hearth,
Appear
to make the walls
An
army on the march.
No
doubt I’m in that place
Which
chases away all my alarms,
For
I’m in perfect peace,
Relaxed
in comfort’s charm.
As
I lie here,
Blending
with this carpet
Over
a hand-hewn board,
I
feel the warmth of Jesus,
A
blanket, pulled over me
By
the Lord.
To
Christ I give myself,
He
removed all my fears of harm,
And
thus I relax content,
Within
His comfort’s charm.
Selah 
In Comfort’s Charm by Ronhales 2 Thessalonians 2:16