Of this dark and cold winter
Where the past lies white and dead
The voices echo to me
And the sky's filled with the dead
They summon all my tragedy
With the cry that All was lost
Like the thunder-cracks of blackened ice
In the intensity of frost
Explosions in the sky
Through the horror of the calm
In the anguish of the heart
Gives forth paralysis and harm
Do I doubt His every move
And the patience under gloom
Solemnly I wait
For the ending of doom
As the winter died despairing
And the ice-bound rivers melt
The crumbling tomb of Faith was wasted
Prophetic justice dealt
The elders with foreboding
Mourned the days forever past
Given grief to all His followers
Who see their future never