Snow forecast, week of rain.
Where, Lord, the sun, the light in this darkness,
The encouragement in this gloom, the hope
In too much winter?

Like a frost on the lying seeds of Spring,
Then we pray for the coming of the sun,
In the age of austerity, some living
Budding to soften sadness.

We want the Son to blossom us home,
To make good the bleak winter,
To turn around the darkness,
In burst of glorious light.

Lord, our Son-Light,
Source of spring of heavenly home.