In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Life is hard and cold right now Lord
Nothing seems to go right
Everything is frozen
It is cold
How do I get unstuck, unfrozen?
When does life get moving again?
I am halfway across this particular river and winter has come
and now I am frozen mid-winter, mid-stream
All that I see is down in front of me, on all sides of me
water, hard, frozen, motionless
Look up? Look around? you say?
Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
Wow Lord. Wow.
I’m still cold and stuck and uncertain Lord
But I am not alone and the view is not a bleak midwinter one at all.
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
yet what I can I give him: give my heart.