How fiercely the wind blew this winter:
How constant the cold and the snow;
What eons dragged by us, awaiting
Spring’ s wary approach, shy and slow.
Endured we the winter-time’s hardships,
The blustering sleet and the ice,
Through faith in God’s hold on the seasons:
No year has seen winter come twice.
And so, when our troubles look darkest,
And winters of care ring us ’round,
The signs of cessation of worry,
Of God’s loving kindness, abound.
Our distress, and our woe, and our anguish
Are God’s, if to His Word we cling:
We know, that the winter, though bitter,
Can naught but make sweeter the spring!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 31, 1943
