Winter’s Icy Grasp
My Lord, Light of purest light, guide my way.
Lead me through unknown challenges each day.
Triumph and trials unfurl, I shall not fear.
Your wisdom and tender care draw me near.
Brooding storm clouds are of no consequence.
Ceasing at Your slightest whisper or glance.
What we sow in tears, we reap rejoicing,
From dark abyss to glory, dawn’s wellspring.
Our pilgrim Lenten journey is a gift.
Hold fast to Christ, sins and virtues to sift.
Sacrifice silently, prayers, alms, action.
Our Lord molds us, the clay He will fashion.
Copyright © J. L. Smyth March 8, 2026.