Path To Salvation

Those winds they howl like wolves at the moon
The snow from above falls white as bone
Into the night the mercury drops below zero
While our friends on the streets define the will to survive
Huddled together close around a roaring garbage fire
Wrapped in tattered rags and newspaper blankets
How they live to see the sunrise is no less a miracle
They are sons and daughters
Children of a Saviour and a Maker
They are lost children
In need of a path to salvation
And without our open hearts
These paths remain closed
Salvation merely a dream