The Source

 

In the silence of winter’s breath,
Where snow and ice hold court,
The hand of God is on display
And man has no retort.
 
It is in that cold test of faith
That I now find my path.
I cannot change the winter’s course
Nor divert its cold wrath.
 
Man has no power to intrude
On the design God set,
But such is His great love for man,
His mercy is ours, yet.
 
Despite the cold, my heart is warm,
My spirit does not flail,
For I am wrapped in His embrace,
A love that will not fail.
 
I cannot change the winter’s path
Or lessen its wild force,
But He who shaped the winter’s cold
Is also my faith’s source.
 
Job 37:9-10
From its chamber comes the whirlwind, and cold from the scattering winds. By the breath of God ice is given, and the broad waters are frozen fast.