From whence cometh this bitter wind
that bringeth chill to my bones?
Oh, grant me Lord,
and hear my plea, give unto me,
a cup of thy serenity.

Deliver me out of harms way,
for the snares of life, and the toil of tears,
hath brought me shame.

Pity me Lord, banish now from me this fear.
Give me shelter and cover my life's stain.
Lift me from my tortured pain, restoreth now, my name.
Amen

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003