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!