The snow falls lightly to the ground
each flake so perfectly round.
As it falls it lands so still
doing only Gods will.
So white and cold and wet
each flake ready to land
to fill the ground with Gods Hand.
To think something so white and cold
will soon melt away
but the Love that formed it
can Only be His way.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
11-25-03
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