I am winter.
I am the last inning, so far from beginning,
The final say will always be mine.
I can bring in the cold, with winds that are bold,
Or supply you with sunshine so fine.
I can leave you depressed, or just feeling so blessed,
Each day the choice can be yours.
My influence is great; I supply you with bait,
I tell you that Christmas, is stores.
I bring snow after fall; way up north thereís a call,
Where the days seem to loose their time.
It is dark for a spell, but we say, ďIt is well,Ē
Where thereís not even need for a dime.
And down south where itís hot, you can find the right spot,
Where itís warm and you call it your place.
Where you bask in the sun and enjoy winter fun,
And end up with a tan on your face.
When your kids are in school, so they wonít be a fool,
Learning English, History, and Math.
Hoping grades will be good, as good kids really should,
To escape from mom and dads wrath.
Iím when people get old and from doctors are told,
That their life may soon come to and end.
When the news isnít great and the tests were too late,
To provide them a way which to mend.
Iím when time is so short, that I seek out the court,
Where Jesus is bidding me come.
Where the Savior of old, walks on floors made of gold,
And praises ring out with a hum.
I have the last say, at the end of the day,
You choose whether or not to cope.
So make your choice great, before itís too late,
While thereís still just a ďGlimmer of Hope.Ē
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