Each year, as the month of March draws near, I’m reminded of the simple poem “In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb” by Lorie Hill.

March roars in like a lion so fierce, the wind so cold, it seems to pierce. The month rolls on and spring draws near, and March goes out like a lamb so dear.

As I reflect on the poem, a theme of hope begins to appear. When the cold winds of life seem to pierce our very souls, we can find warmth and hope in the knowledge that something greater is in store for us. Our hope for “spring” also comes in the form of a lamb—the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world. As our Lenten journey brings us closer to the cross, may we find shelter from the cold winds of life in the warmth of the Lamb.