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The petrified tree branches are creaking with the slightest breath of wind. Weakened limbs snap and fall missing the electric wires and the beloved truck. Littered is the lawn with limbs gone by. The darkened sky speaks to my heavy heart and the tears from the clouds erupt into ice pellets that are attacking everything in its path. Blessed be His name, the Protector of all! 

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.