Winter (part 13): The Priest Repents

Author: Stephen W. Cote

This time, I know,

The black bird may not show,

No white doves will fly to freedom,

Nothing grows.

But dance, and sing,

The Lord, Our God, is listening,

We've walked a dark path of temptation,

Let repentance ring.

Drop the bow, and sword,

We were never meant to fight this war.

It was a test, and we failed,

Praise the Lord.

This winter must end,

Could it be a lifelong friend,

Questioned his faith, challenged God?

My brother.

Repent and pray,

We've discovered God again today,

Well stop this war with winter,

We can still be saved.

This time, I know,

We've been wrong until moments ago,

I prayed for a spell of repentance,

And now I know.