Through the winter
When the snow is on the branch
When through the thin
Slice of Sun
We see the piercing of the crocus
And our backs are to the wind,
I will walk with you.
When my steps are light
And the birds all come to sing
At morning’s first kiss
I will take your hand
And when I see the nights turn cold
And close the door
To pouring rain
God will give us Grace
To tread the waters of time
To link arms
Still
I’ll walk with you.
