The wind howls
In the cold night
On the streets
Not a soul in sight
We are snug and cozy
In our home
We are thankful
We have no place to roam
With a cup of hot tea
In our hand
We read Scripture
And pray for our land
America needs to repent
Of its sin
Christ died for us
He was a propitiation
The fireplace crackles
We are nice and warm
Now we read a good novel
Outside rages a snow storm
We lay down to sleep
A sleep so deep
Goodnight to all
Hear Christ’s call
by Zachary Uram
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