Him

When winter comes, He's evergreen A serpent coiled in the leaves He sees it like a falcon sees He stomped the serpents head for me For free He paid the final price For me He rolls the kindest dice For He is true to what he writes For me He brought fiction into life And through my pain, he mentors me Yet He exaults me when I'm weak I try to stand when on my knees Which bend as though they're willow trees When I fell short of Heaven's heights He paid my debt so I could fly I soared above my mountain climb But couldn't reach Your porches lights Your story shows me how to be May glory be to heaven's King I wish to be a better me So you'll feel pride when we meet