In the icy blast of Winter
Where trees turn to white
It is beautiful to the eye
Such a wondrous sight

Frozen are the water falls
Where time stands still
The birds look for crumbs
Along the window sill.

Lord is not Your creation
A sight to behold
All the land covered in snow
And so very cold.

But I get warmth from You
Lord without any measure
Your words and mysteries are
There for all to treasure.

ŠJoyce Gale 2010
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