Awaken to the white morning
Palest of grounds stand before me
Pondering upon who I am to be
Wandering out in the chill
Scoop into my hands sparkling dust
I realize in whom I must trust
In falling down I stand
Relishing the briskness of cold
Wondering what makes men bold
A warm kind hand reaches out
Taking it I know where I am
Boldly trusting in God the I AM
