A Soldier's Winter

The day before it wasn't snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.

The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving
In the ash of winter, are minds are now moving

My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man's own wrath.

I pray God's eyes may us once again,
Gaze upon us at our end.

We will rebuild, we will renew,
From a world of greed and lust that left so few.

Remind me that I am still his child.
And provide us with your mercy mild.