In faithfulness to Your ancient promise,
Winter’s come, as You foretold.
In might, You rain Your snow upon us;
Who can stand before Your cold?
But in goodness, Lord, You choose to dress
The brown in wintry white,
To tuck the world in seasoned rest
At labor’s end, in year-end night.
Though much that it may hinder,
I thank You, Lord, for winter.
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