It warms deep inside
When icy winds blow
Feeds the soul
When no reason to hope remains
It stiffens back in readiness for any load
And spurs on the deeds that light the day ahead
It turns the spotlight on one’s own ploughed field
Highlighting the bends the missed corners you need to see
An urgency to progress is lit
A fire within begins
A cry of thanks to God is heard
Drink deep this draught of Faith
Feel it, feed it, fan it.
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