Providence
Behind the stain of ages you turn dust
You're so cold, Freyja
Disguised, disarmed and faceless - beauty rusts
You're so cold, Freyja
Fire in the furnace, coals on grate
We grow old, you rest below
Silence - on the northern shore you await
Solemn and veiled, in the mist concealed
Time never wearies - this is shown
In the shadow of those that pass before
Time never wearies - this is known
Providence guides the faithful home
Writer/s: Lindsay Phillips
