In every trial I see you there,
My Lord in agony and shame,
At the picture of you lifted up,
Just looking I am cured again,
What news is this, this blessed God,
Submit Himself to pain?
The prince for whom all stars daren't stop,
For whom oceans daren't the same,
For whom all the riches fall unworthy,
Drew near to us, in meekness came.

Framed mirrors on the wall,
To turn the sight back into self,
To look behind and grasp reflection,
Framed mirrors on the wall,
Held up as windows into plain sight,
Left there on walls to behold later.

The blues hues,
Sit lighty in a hazy snooze,
And all the world is frozen.

The earth and heavens subdued,
Together in a glacial muse,
And the flowers are hidden in austere blankets.

The snow is lingering a little longer.