An Icy Wind

On Cemetery Ridge I’m a standin’

In the shade of the Witness Tree

Feelin’ the horror of the past

Repeatin’ itself once more

Fifty thousand voices a callin’

Callin’ from blood-soaked soil

Fearin’ their sacrifice a waste

Sensing what’s in store

There’s an icy wind a blowin’

Hard across the land

Creepin’ in between the cracks

Rattlin’ the old back door

The troops they are a gatherin’

Takin’ up their signs

Armed with righteous fury

Into the streets they pour

A fierce storm is a brewin’

Deep into the night

If you listen closely

You can clearly hear the roar

A reckoning is a comin’

The oppressed are on the rise

In numbers unlike any

The world has seen before

With great faith we’re a fightin’

A battle for what’s right

The day has come for once again

Evening the score

There’s an icy wind a blowin’

Hard across the land

As one more time we face the chance

Of all out civil war

Deborah Kellogg Lewis

November 2025