​North wind’s sharp today, 
Really wish winter would fade away, 
No more lies for me to slay,
But the snow just falls, here to stay. 
Oh it promises the grey 
Clouds won’t break, 
The cold’s just a grave,
Hypothermic from the fray.
But the sun rises the next day,
Ice will melt well before May, 
Arctic wind will blow away. 
I will yet worship Messiah’s Name.