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.
2 comments:
Always wear shades if you're out in the snow during the day. :)
Sunrises are bouquets! Yes! :D
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.) ;)
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