For God alone

Though all of us may hate the winter cold

And shudder at the thought of frost and snow.

Though all of us hate being called too old

And wonder where our path will ever go.

Though human beings are as frail as grass

And wonder when the Reaper will arrive

Though we may all astruggle as nights pass

And wonder if we wish to be alive.

Though we may make worse our final fate

Solutions are for God alone to give

Though we may shiver at the thoughts that wait

For darkest night where shadowed beings live.

Yet never should we give home to despair

But make of truth and love our lowly fare