When the days are cold
And the odd cards are the only ones that unfold
When the lights fade out
His assuring words Comes Calling out

" O my child, Why do you wail?
When My abundant grace is all that prevails
From the time of Your birth
My Love for you was never at dearth
Dear Child, I am in all your losing and winning
Because I am your end and your beginning
You are all of Me and I am all of You"