I love to watch the snowfall,
Its fragile flakes descend
Like downy feathers fluttering
Upon the Winter wind.
The breath of beauty's whisper
Is light upon the air,
Before my eyes the miracle
Of whiteness everywhere.
No hand can hope to rival
The Decorator's skill,
Beyond man's meager magic,
Each ermine-covered hill.
And as I make a homeward start,
I see God's footprints on my heart.
~ Grace E. Easley
Be strong and take heart, all
you who hope in the Lord.
Psalm 31:25
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