I feel the chill that’s in the air
The trees outside are stark and bare
There’s ne’er a plant that shall survive
Too cold last night to stay alive.
When morning calls what will we see
God’s version of tenacity,
A world reviving from cold’s blast
Whose entity doth last and last.
Through warm or cold and wet or dry
God’s plans’ not ready for goodbye
So loosen up, get on the track
It’s time to take His wisdom back !
Claire V. Bogdanos 