In these cold days of frozen pavement
And toxic bank assets,
There is life growing among friends.
The tender skin of a new born
The grace of forgiveness
There is hope growing over again.
Oh sure the dominant word is bad news
But there is happiness
And we must stop to listen
With the help of friends and neighbors alike
We are banking on strengths
And joy begins to happen.
… by Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs