I walk through snow, prints trail behind

The wind’s so cold, but I don’t mind

I top a drift and look to find the lake, too vast to be frozen.

I want to sip the frigid waves

To swim and see if Jesus Saves

But that’s not how a man behaves, and so I find my feet going.

I turn and shed a single tear

How long before I come back here

Another decade? Twenty years? There’s just no way of knowing.