Trapped in Winter

Wicked Winter winds warn of the storm to come
It's so freezing cold hands and ears are numb
Advisories and warnings constantly broadcast
Traffic is heavy there's no way to get home fast

Feelin' sad, sick and suffering all the time
Losing sleep and all sense of normal time
Trapped in Winter in this hospital room
Disoriented:  is it midnight or is it noon?

Seven days without good health makes one weak
Condition worsens and the future looks bleak
Finally with tiny faith some whispered prayers
God's peace covers:  we know He cares

     It's not youth and strength that matters most in His kingdom
     It's the revelation that God needs neither

--bro. tim pickl    Sunday February 8, 2004 A.D.  

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