A Long Winter’s Psalm
February 15, 2010 § Leave a comment
O, Lord, I am covered with snow;
the air chills my bones.
My driveways are slick and my gutters
are heavy with ice;
the skies do not relent.
The plow circles again;
the icicles laugh at me from above.
Great drifts surrounds me,
and they plot my demise.
Will the snow never cease to bury Your children?
Will Your heavy hand never lift from this land?
Nevertheless, I will trust in Your
unfailing love and faithfulness!
You hear the cries of the cold and weary,
whose backs are broken
from putting hand to the shovel.
You will defrost this land
and deliver Your people.
Spring will come; grass will grow;
flowers will loom once again.
Praise You, O Lord!
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