The Killing Chill

The temperature is very low
As winter begins her play.
The thermometer said ten below
When we had our talk today.

Outside the trees are still.
The wind must be asleep.
But I feel his stinging chill
As through the glass I peep.

Like a fog the killing cold
Has crept across the land.
A barren sight I do behold
Where he has put his hand.

Winter slowly took control
And drove the warmth away,
Just like evil steals the soul
Of those who never pray.

Another chill had its start
And it can’t be seen by eye.
It’s growing in every heart
That lets the unborn die.


By AFS