As
I awake to a new day's dawn
And look out my
window's view
I see a touch
of the Master's hand
A blanket of
white that's new.
The
snow is softly falling
All within is
peace and calm
Only the sound
of the song bird
That calls out
a healing balm.
Now
to view, what seems a flawless earth
For a moment
imperfections cease to be
Covered by the
Master's hand
I will lift my
eyes to Thee.
As
life's pages gently turn
Though the
earth be frozen still
There's comfort
in God's embrace
Joy in doing
the Father's will.
As falling snow
soon to melt away
Lo, I will lift
mine eyes unto the hills
From whence
cometh my help each day.
One
day to see the Man whose raiment
Shiningly,
exceeds the whiteness of snow
To hear Him
say, Lo the winter is over
His promises maketh
us to rejoice as we go.
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