For those on the front lines

This precious poem was sent to me on Groundhog Day from my special friends Sue and Jeffrey.

The Pilgrim
by Robert Ellis Key

He who tempers the wind
To the shorn sheep
Will guard you,
And guide you,
And lead your brave feet
Over the rough ways of the world,
Over crag, over stone,
Up through the clouds,
Through the mist
And the winds and the cold
On to the glorified height,
To the foot of His throne.
And thus you may know
That He sees you
And needs you
And loves you
And calls you His own.