My autumn days are numbered
But I can tell you this
I look forward toward tomorrow
For it’s the snow I miss
It’s heavenly and white
And straight from Gods domain
With each snowflake
It’s his love I gain
White washes everything clean
Just like his BLOOD
makes everything brand new
His love washes the soul
And gives new birth
Snow washes the earth
And adds his heavenly touch
By Mary Alice Bowles
Winter: 2011
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