Lullaby of Winter

Chill, chill, chill.

One can see the frigid air.

For senses are heightened, 

Nothing can hide,

Forest exposed,

Even breath is spied.

Chill, chill, chill.

One can see the frigid air.

Sting, sting, sting.

One can feel the heavy frost.

For its icy grip

Threatens to numb,

While the weight of each step

Feels like the last has come. 

Sting, sting, sting.

One can feel the heavy frost.

Hush, hush, hush.

One can hear the winter’s quiet.

For all is amplified 

In the silence of cold.

Soft flutter of wings

Become clear and bold. 

Hush, hush, hush.

One can hear the winter’s quiet.

Peace, peace, peace.

One can find rest in bleakness.

Whispers made loud,

Vision made clear,

Burdens made light,

For the Son is always near.

Peace, peace, peace.

One can find rest in bleakness.

Still, still, still.

One needs only to be still.

For it’s the winter’s maker 

Who all seasons does hold. 

And it’s in the dead of winter,

Born redeeming life we behold.

Still, still, still. 

One needs only to be still.

*To the tune of the 1865 Austrian Christmas lullaby, Still, Still, Still

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