When winter's hardest night doth lie.
then do I fight my truest to survive.
Those days of past and present meek,
never again will I seek.
This life's path I am bound,
heaven's gate I have not found.
Until this life shall I be at rest,
forsake me not, call me blessed.
On God's wing do I stand,
forever in his loving plan.
My strength of heart he has ingrained,
forever loving shall always remain.
FOR BARBARA
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