The frost covered lawn the trees - bare no leaves the water frozen in the pond Walking across the lawn with the frost at my feet with the cracking of ice Cold feelings rush up my legs chills come down my back crying out for some warmth Lord Jesus hear my cry lend a hand to my plight lost and alone I stand The trees bear no leaves the bark is dark the doves watches from on high A slight breeze between the branches a shivering chill down my back a small voice behind me, “Here I am” The Lord spoke to me - softly the world seems brighter the sun peeps through the clouds poem by Yvette van Niekerk
"May the best day of your past Be the worst day of your future." My Dad always wished me this Irish Blessing and I want it to matter today and every other day in my life.