There is an old coat That I have worn for many winters. It hangs within my closet Like an old friend... Waiting patiently... Never complaining. When winter comes there are newer coats More fashionable... More presentable... But when it's really cold, When the world stops and changes As nature turns its fiercest, I bring out the old coat... The proven one That molds itself to me With accustomed comfort. The one I call my "Lord" is like that coat. In my mind I know that He is always there... Waiting patiently... Never complaining. But when I really need him When the world stops and changes He is always there Strong...comforting...true....© 1995 W. T. Weatherly