Snow is a beautiful thing,
When on the trees it does cling;
Changing their stark fingers from black to white,
Shining in the darkness of the night.
Snow may come softly, with no sound at all,
Other times you can faintly hear it fall;
It changes the landscape from drab to white,
A transformation from gray to bright.
It seems to clean the air coming down,
Brings a quaintness to our little town;
Turning blue at night with a soft hushed light,
Looking out, one has a feeling, everythings alright.
Snow, as it falls, is so very clean and pure,
Not like our heart and life, so impure;
If only we had some where to go,
That our hearts could be as white as snow.
Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow,
This is what the Bible says in Isaiah don't you know;
Yes, the blood of Jesus Christ, can wash and cleanse you,
If you trust Him and receive Him, and stop seeing what you can do.
All religions of the world say do this or that to gain heaven,
God tells us, believe in what He has done, and we will be forgiven;
Think of it, God sent his Son to die in our place,
We're not to try to save ourselves, but just trust in His grace!
© 2004 by Paul H. Leaman
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