Winter's Hand

A song for my earthly Father.


Winter’s Hand

I’ve seen Winter’s Hand a-creepin’
‘cross my Father’s brow
And I know that certain things have changed between us
But I’m not certain now just when and how

And if I did not have that certain hope of Glory
And I did not know just where I’ll be
I fear despair would overtake me
With Winter’s Hand so close to me

But, there is a beauty buried in that sorrow
Though we may not think it very plain to see
It takes a hold upon the souls
Of those who do believe
And it throws us toward the Promised Land
It pushes, drives and binds
These fragile ties together
In a song of the sublime


Sometimes I feel it reaching out to me
And though all of Nature screams against it
I cannot help but want to leave

For there is a beauty buried in that sorrow
Though we may not think it very plain to see
It takes a hold upon the souls
Of those who do believe
That we are more than just mere numbers
More than Chance can think upon much less conceive
And we are who we are
And He is who He is
And Winter’s Hand just sets us free

Winter’s Hand
Oh, Winter’s Hand
Just sets us free….

© D. Dain, 1998.