Snow
Everything’s covered with a blanket of snow
Everywhere I look, everywhere I go
A leaf falls on loneliness, but the snow falls with it’s friends
And when falling together the whiteness never ends
I turn to face the wind, and feel the snow flakes fall
I listen very carefully, but hear only silence call
The snow makes a covering, making dirtiness unseen
Each little flake that’s falling is making everything look clean
All my sins are covered with a blanked of white snow
By His crimson blood, He did this I know
There is no way that I could explain this mystery
I just know His perfect ness is all that Gad will see
I did nothing to deserve this pure and precious gift
But in response to Him, my praises I will lift
Your so great and wonderful, more than I can understand
But I see such beauty, created my Your hand
Such power, and such might, in the way the strong winds blow
Such wonder and such peace in the falling snow
Such beauty and such love in a sunset in the west
And though I can’t explain You, You understand me best
You’ve given me such gifts, so wonderful and neat
You’ve given me such love, so powerful and sweet
You’ve given me such friends, so patient, so kind
You’ve given me such treasures I have yet to find
Thank You Lord for sunsets, the moon, the stars, the snow
And thank You Lord for all the many people that I know!
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