Today, our struggle continues
well into the winter;
It seems that there’s no relief for the weary
and destitute.
Yet, no matter how freezing the journey,
our faith will not splinter;
No matter how far justice may distant itself,
we’ll always be in hot pursuit.
Although we may stumble and fall from
time to time,
We’ll never allow weariness to let surrender
be our crime.
Our higher than hope capillary drive maintains
Its ancestral root;
No longer will we be as a wandering tribe
lost and destitute.
Now is the time and the time is now to soar
like the winter bird;
Flying in chilly winds, away from bygone times
of cold dreams deferred.
While winter will remain the circadian season
of the frozen,
We’ll keep journeying with firry eyes on the prize:
for we’re God’s chosen.