The sun is shining brightly, Lord, outside;

It drove away the clouds so early-dark.

There’s nowhere for the early cold to hide–

And yet, it still returns in wind-waves, hard.

Behind this wall, I only feel the warmth

And smile at the brightness of the view–

Until I need to open up the door

To heed the knock of someone passing through.

Then, just one blast of breeze will make me gasp

And shiver, wishing I had grabbed my coat.

I will, in frantic motion, rush right back

To that safe seat I occupied before.

Now let me be reminded from this scene

How You my Shelter–warm–have always been.