When winter comes before my soul
shall sing the song of faith,
which will still be resonant in my steps.
Though the flowers of my hope
have long since been scattered
so my very breath is rough and shallow,
even if life’s path becomes sore and slow,
my lips will always praise my Lord,
despite when my prayers
seem to fall into a chasm of silence,
and I feel only the shivering,
sharp pain of this icy trial,
shall I still stroll on His word’s solid ground.
For within the screeching sounds
of bitter winds combing my thoughts,
my spirit will still be empowered and robust
by the warming sun of God’s love.
Should I end up perched
upon a frozen,
barren square of time,
surrounded by chill and harsh domains,
it will not cease my lips
from summoning the psalm of trust
until His light guides me
unto that eternal refuge
far from the snow and storms.
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