My Storm

Tired and cold I walk through my storm
Struggle and cry as I try to stay warm
Jarred and alone I scream in the wind
Snow on my back, dear God I have sinned.

Punished for my wrongs, trying to make it right
Fighting against the artic, I will find the light
I beg for forgiveness for all I did wrong
Searching for my release I struggle along

I'll end in heaven or in hell. I want the first
But my soul is dirty, worn and cursed.
How can I win when I was born to fail?
How can I be warm when swept up in the gale?

I fall to me knees, abandoned by power
Embedded in the snow, I let the cold devour
I cry and I pray searching in hope for the sun
It rises and catches me. I come undone.

Mercy is within reach, now I know
I'm lifted to my feet, on I must go
The light is ahead so towards it I run
I am almost there my redemption has begun.