Frigid Air

You might find him in the sunrise

You might see him in the frost

You might talk awhile scraping off your windshield

And he might tell ya what it cost

When it's cold outside and you've gotta drive ahead

Sit back and talk, son, just like we're breaking bread

Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord

'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done

The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord

God, I'm grateful for your Son

We might speak under the starlight

That ain't smoke, son, it's your breath

He speaks to me through a KJV

And now I ain't afraid of death

When the trials come or the persecution starts

I know the Spirit's keeping us and changing hearts

Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord

'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done

The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord

God, I'm grateful for your Son

Bleeding fingers while I'm strumming on the street

It reminds me of the Blood on your hands and on your feet

City slickers or the country folk alike

They all get the chance to love ya because you laid down your life for the world

And in the Greek that means everybody

Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord

'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done

The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord

God, I'm thankful

Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord

'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done

The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord

God, I'm grateful for your Son

God, I'm grateful for your Son