Traveler In the Snow

White is the snow, When winter comes, As I look, I know, My face, it numbs. As I walk through the white, And it wraps me like a ring. How I long for the sight, Of the beautiful spring. My brain swims around, And my hands feel numb, I can’t make a sound, So Heaven, here I come. Then all of a sudden, When my throat gets tight, My body has deadened, And there’s a beautiful light. No more agony, And no more pain, In Heaven I am happy, With Jesus again!