Winter's Last Barbaric Breath
As winter's last barbaric breath
Resounds upon the Stirling hills
New season brings in sun and warmth
Makes a widow of winter's chill.
In winter's fist that held me tight
It's hold seemed to be perpetual
But day always follows the night
And hope springs from Him eternal.
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