“In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow….”
The seasons change.
The sunlit warmth of green trees gives way to cold snowlight on white ground.
The comfort of yellow warmth gives way to the cold loneliness of barren trees.
We see nothing but gray; our vision is closed and the memory of joy is gone.
The sky goes from blue to gray, yet Your love remains the same.
In the midst of winter chill, You are there,
In the depths of our loneliness, You are there.
When the sun’s rays warm and delight, You are there.
When we sing with joy, You are there.
We know not if tomorrow will bring gray skies or blue.
We know not if our hearts will sing with joy or sink with sadness.
But we know that whatever befalls–You are there.
Deaconess Phyllis Pleuss, Madison, Wisconsin