Shivering Busker.

I’m singing

And the chill and slush

Don’t count.

The people passing

Wonder why I’m out.

They tell me Get inside.

You will be sick

My child.

They know not

Of the boilers

Song compiles.

The warmth of 

Praising King of kings

To all.

The steps for full

Reversal from the Fall.

The chance to harmonize.

One and all.