Dear God, I'd Rather Be Cold Then Lukewarm

And right now, I feel pretty much subzero cold.

But You understand. More than I could myself.

So as Monday comes, I believe You're with me.

For though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Your rod & Your staff they comfort me.

The rod for rebuke, the staff to pull me back.

But if there be a shadow, there must be a light source.

And You are that light that casts the shadow upon Death, so that even Death cannot come near.

Please be with me, dear Father. Help my unbelief.