The winter days are drawing closer,
when half the day, is dark as night;
but for yet for somber shadows,
all's surpassed by Your great light.
In the patterns of Your weather,
comes the snow, the rain and hail;
yet for the day and for the season,
the glory of Your grace prevails.
Leaves will die, but for the fall,
they green again with every Spring;
and even in the clutch of coldness,
I still can hear the heavens sing.
Autumn's show is for a moment,
far behind now, Summer's heat;
we catch our breath at early dawn,
and dodge the ice with hurried feet.
There is a love for every season,
with joy at every month's creation;
the earth turns safely in Your hands,
and hearts cry out in jubilation.