mercies are rising - winter

the birds are back

but the snow's still intact

I open my window

to hear them sing

but the air of winter

is not of spring

so frozen still

but somehow they know

that mercies are rising

though the earth is cold. 

fragrance of faith - winter

how many beautiful,

lovely things

under the snow doth lie

waiting for the sun to sing

its gentle lullaby

to soothe the land

and bring forth dreams

of sounds unheard

and seed unseen

for we know they are there

and patiently wait

while trusting God

for our fragrance of faith