Respite from the Storm
Outside these walls,
wolf-wild winds howl across the snow.
Dissident words and opinions
clash like angry swords.
Worries, annoying as gnats, multiply,
and cares simple as supper unfixed
Within, we walk in beauty,
worship in holiness, seek His face.
Here we savor high-branch fruit
of the Savior’s grace, feast upon His love.
The brief respite resets our resolve.
Renewed, empowered, restored,
we set forth trusting in the Lord.
And we ask thee, Holy Father, that thy servants may go forth from this house armed with thy power, and that thy name may be upon them, and thy glory be round about them, and thine angels have charge over them. (D & C 109:22)