Meaning nothing now, but more guidance

These chills obfuscate my passion,
the yearning I had saved in Your sanctuary
for listening to understand
and writing without pleasure, for Your sake.

I will continue this sacrifice,
not surrendering when oaks refuse to bow
and I am left blinded by bruises of mankind.

You are much greater than these temperatures,
please show us the better path that takes You
and lifts You up on the throne of one who gives.