The Snowflake

The snowflake drifted down in feathery ease,

Wafted on its flight by northern breeze;

And dazzling white, it turns the o'ercast day

To brilliant light, as in reflector's ray.

Each tiny snowflake takes its little place,

In landscape covered o'er with shimmering face;

And branches humbly bend beneath its weight,

Each clothed in all the pureness of the flake.

And in its hour, the crescent moon looks down

Upon the peaceful winter's blanket, wound

Around the earth in gentle wraps of snow,

And giveth barren earth a heav'nly glow.

Ah, pureness of the snow, the gentle flake,

Giv'n of God, that from our folly wake,

And see that in the crystal fount that flows,

There's cleansing, pureness as the snow.

~ Charles G. Ramsey

...wash me and I shall be

whiter than snow.

Ps. 51:7