No taste for the aged body who fears the winter.
Their lot is a shinny robe of deceit.
To be destroyed in the fire of death.  

Spices so deeply seasoned in the soul who renews through the winter.
Their lot is the painful snapped bone revived in a veil of TRUTH.
In the fire of death you emerge refined in Faith..Hope and Love...trials are coming but......
He makes all things new....... Lord Jesus Christ