The weather is chilly
it’s nasty and wet;
It makes me depressed
and drives me to fret

“I wish I controlled
the weather we have“;
the thought of that, though
makes God have a laugh

He’s the One Who’s
in control, you remember;
the seasons they change
by His power forever

so rather than curse
each chilly degree;
Why not praise Him
Who does as He please(s)

Your life is your own
take care of it true;
and leave the big picture
to the God over you

Don’t fret over things
you can not command;
give your life over to Him
…that’s all He demand(s)