Piled up

Piled on my doorsteps

Rooftop and car

Looking through the window

At the snow in my yard

Knowing that despite all the warm clothes I wear

How can I compete with the Artic-like air?

But yet through all this weather

You won't see me complain

I'm well aware of who controls

The cold heat and rain

Instead I'll count my blessings

Thank God for what He's done

His tender mercies new each day

For me and everyone