Amidst the crackling flames that rise, And the scent of oak that fills the skies, A glass of whiskey in hand, A moment of peace in this barren land.

The heat of the fire, the warmth of the drink, The gentle breeze, the stars that twinkle and blink, All around, a quiet peace prevails, As my soul finds rest, my spirit exhales.

And in the midst of this tranquil scene, I can sense a presence, a whisper so serene, The voice of Jesus, gentle and true, Speaking words of love, words of grace anew.

He knows the struggles that I face, He sees the fears that I cannot erase, But in this moment, I am held, By the warmth of the fire, the drink, and the Lord’s help.

So I lift my glass to the sky, And offer thanks to the one on high, For the whiskey, the fire, and the grace, That sustains me on this earthly race.