Winter’s End ~

Lord, I look out my window,
gray skies are all I see
if I were to go outside the wind
would blow right through me.

Rain, sleet and hail,
are beating at my door
I don’t think this nasty weather
I can handle too much more.

Lord, the snow is getting old,
it’s time to retire the blower
please don’t let the temperature
get down too much lower.

Snowmen are fun to make,
snow angels can be a blast
but how much longer do You plan
for this winter chill to last?

Lord, I pray You’ll soon end,
this frozen winter slumber . . .
because, I don’t think my hands
can get any more ~ number!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Psalm 147:16-17
King James Version

“He giveth snow like wool:
he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.

He casteth forth his ice like morsels:
who can stand before his cold?

Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka