| Within the Winter |
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How can the angel sleep While the thunder roars? Could the hope of spring, ahead, Be the hidden cause? Peace, an illusive season; Where can it be found? Is it in a balmy meadow, With warmest sunshine all around? Is it truest when we're laughing, Where lots of friends are found Gathered at the Christmas tree, When loveliness abounds? Do we feel its power When all is serene and still, When troubles are no more And there's no pain to feel? Is it only after fortune, With accolades profuse, Or will contentment become reality When things are more obtuse? While the thunder's roaring, Rain is all we feel. But when life's velvet is all wet, Will spring become more real? A delicate little bird Sits calmly in the nest While winds rage on; it fears not, Within the storm, at rest. When grief tears at our heart, Our soul held safe from care, Oh, how miraculous the peace sent from our Father To hush ... within the winter that we bear. |
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