Cold the weather may be, outdoors,
But within me,
My Lord still draws near.
Humbly, I seek to sit at his feet
To know of him the more.
Cold January, your cyclone strength
Shall be banished without;
For my home welcomes cheer!
The presence of Holy God,
I choose to plead to come in here!
(c) 1981 by Marilee Miller
