Cold and drafty
Dark, looming and settled in as if invited to stay another season
The chill has made it's way to the bone
Our bones cry out for refreshment
Our souls yearn for the warmth of the Son
Bring forth the newness of what is yet to come oh Lord
May your hands be seen as yours
The maker, sustainer, creator, redeemer
Our bones cry out, Our souls yearn for You
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