When I am found in dead of winter,
My Father is a summer's day;
And if my heart is cold and bitter,
He breathes the ice and frost away.
In vibrant spring or pensive autumn,
I will rest in peace, assured;
Though like the earth, my heart is turning,
I find solace in the Lord.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
When I am found in dead of winter,
My Father is a summer's day;
And if my heart is cold and bitter,
He breathes the ice and frost away.
In vibrant spring or pensive autumn,
I will rest in peace, assured;
Though like the earth, my heart is turning,
I find solace in the Lord.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2014.
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