My mind is at ease
On a cold winter’s night
With a book in my hand
And my lamp burning bright
But come winter’s morning
I don’t feel so nice
With a scraper in my hand
Trying to break the ice
From my vehicle
Which is frozen over
The flakes coming down
The air growing colder
Lord, send a guardian
As I venture these roads
Slippery and slushy
Caused by this cold
Let me not fear the roads
Help me to withstand
Any hazards on my journey
For I’m in your hands
DavidSpeaks 
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