The wintry winds arrive
With forces swift and cold
The winds speak of cycles
Of patterns dating to old
Spring, summer, soft and sweet
Have now come and passed
The season of endings has
Arrived here at last
Burying the earth in white
Nipping life with the freeze
What can we hear in her voice
The sound of the winter breeze?
For although the cold does brace
And the frost does sting
What is it in the winter
That makes the heart sing?
Sovereignty of God
In the patterns He does create
The cycles of spring to winter
Do never one year abate
And the world covered
With blankets deep and white
A picture of perfect purity
They do make for the sight
So in this season
Which buries grasses and flowers
God’s wondrous Word touches us
In dancing flakes of snow showers
Just as Life came in Christ’s death
And new birth from burial deep
God whispers in the winter winds
Of precious Promises He does keep
So when the winter winds
Arrive and fiercely blow
We see promises of new life
In dancing wind drifts of snow
For God transforms the cold
And, to the dead, life He brings
So let us sing in the winter winds
Of Jesus Christ, the King of Kings
