Thursday, January 09, 2014

A Snowcapped Morn

Rom. 2: 19 And art confident that thou thyself art a guide of the blind, a light of them which are in darkness

Snowcapped Morn

The snow is hugging the trees this morn
In a blanket of purity’s glow.
My soul is comforted in Christ the Lord
By a Light of wondrous show.

Each branch is cradled in soft cotton
Frozen is the arm and stem.
The Lord asks me to raise my eyes
And no man am I to condemn.

My snowblind eyes squint to see
The white that clings to the tree
God Himself has locked his arms
Around the mortal part of me.

Each morning I rise to a glorious sight
I bow my head and pray.
The Lord has wrapped me in His love
The sunrise a sweet bouquet.


benning said...

Always wear shades if you're out in the snow during the day. :)

Sunrises are bouquets! Yes! :D

joni said...

Well DUH!! lol

This pic is the sunrise right outside my window in the morning where I write. :)

I pull the shades down a bit but never wear shades in the house! :P

This is my bouquet every morning, (except when it is cloudy.) ;)