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Friday, February 24, 2006

When he comes

We're a silent, snowy sight
Frozen dark and blinding light
Joining in some deep and magic slumber
Snowy prisoners of stone
We would leave this sorry home
If only we could break the spell we're under

But when he comes
We will see the last of winter
When he comes
Watch as sorrow turns to light
Every wrong will be made right
When he comes
We will see a new beginning
When he comes
We will sing a joyful note
For he will bring a song of hope
When he comes

All these gray and endless days
Shivering cold and icy rays
Seem to say they'd be with us forever
But I believe the ancient lore
And so I watch the eastern shore
Looking for a hopeful change of weather


I can almost hear him saying
"Now it won't be long
Before the warmth of spring will come again!"
When the coldness melts away
I'll know his move is on
And I know who's going to win in the end

Are you ready for the day
When every spell will break away
Lifted by the only true redeemer?


-- David Edwards, "Dreams, Tales, and Lullabies," 1985. Lyrics derived from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis, 1950.


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