How dreary! Winters in the South—
grey trees against the mournful sky—
weeping, sulking, drudging in the cold.
•••
Make my heart like winters of the West—
unending sky that gives and gives the snow—
swirling, glittering, hopeful in the cold.
Winters
How dreary! Winters in the South—
grey trees against the mournful sky—
weeping, sulking, drudging in the cold.
•••
Make my heart like winters of the West—
unending sky that gives and gives the snow—
swirling, glittering, hopeful in the cold.
Gratefully His 