A land of snow,
Piled high into a heap;
Draped on every branch,
Are sad stories and more stories,
Piled up heavily like snow.
Whether here or there,
The pain of my aching body and heart
Remains the same,
But now even the accumulated snow
Is blocking my way.
There must be a story behind this;
There must be a will.
Is this winter snow,
Fully covering and blocking my road.
Then, while staying with my beloved ones,
I shall tell them
Long, long stories of Heaven and then go.
I will part, and my beloved people, too, will go.
It will vanish, the pouring snow;
The tribulation will also go,
And the pain of my aching body and heart too,
Without a trace will go.
<Story by Pastor Jung Myeong Seok, Joeun Sori, November 2011>