Father of Light

I’ve always loved the snow
You paint in pure white
Over the dirty streets, the scarlet sins,
And branding blights,
With fresh hope.
In the pale light
I remember no matter the scar,
The struggle, our plight:
You alone can make all things new.

Grant me the serenity
To accept the world I indwell
All I can’t fix or change,
And the courage as well
To look at hope unflinchingly
And take one step towards the hell
With a vision of heaven.
Grant me the wisdom to tell
Between acceptance and defeat.

And if it pleases You,
Make me new as the fresh snow.