24 February 2026

Prison of Ice
Land of winter, wind, and snow
Where penguins, seals, and sea abound,
Near cutting cliffs that mock the ground—
Marooned, despairing to be found—
Northward, now, I long to go.
 
Summer dawns and brings the key;
I see salvation’s ship of light!
It pulls ashore to end my plight;
I flee this fog of endless night. …  
Now aboard, by faith, set free!