Oh, my heart, the cold!nThe numbness in my hands.nThe gloves I stole from Mom.nThe weakness of my skin.nnOh, my God, the time!nThe paleness of the light.nThe fire in my house.nThe promises to keep.nnI drive across an icy highway.nHow will I die?nThe streetlights burn like late desire.nHow will I sleep?nnWhat hopenfor the uncovered mannin the chill of night?nOr the garden he madenwhen the fire arrives?nWhat hope?nnGod to me and God to be,nJesus Christ up on a tree,nthree to know and one to see.