I have felt the bitter cold, In my bones, through cracking skin Years of winter on my soul Praying now for years it ends Everywhere our fingers touch Every word from our lips All have got that stain of sin And every broken heart is proof of it And I have found it hard to hold to hope, When all I can feel is still the bitter cold Can I see a sign? While I tried to warm my hands Heard a sound I could not place Could it be the ring of bells? Could it be a sign that he's awake? 'Cause I have found it hard to hold to hope, But if I had a sign that I was loved and spring will come... Could this be a sign? More than just his Presence here Peter's sword and Susan's bow For his children presents here He's given us gifts and signs that we might grow Oh I have found it hard to hold to hope, But all around are signs That I am loved and spring will come, So I will wait until winters ending.