Poetry

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I look outside at the fallen snow,
Glistening in the sun so bright;
Sparkling as north winds blow,
Looks pure in its color of white.

Soon it will turn gray and dingy,
The purity seems to have faded;
As pollution corrupts its beauty,
Causing its value to be degraded.

Later as the day becomes warm,
The snow slowly begins to melt;
Begins to flow in changing form,
Straying where once was dwelt.

Actually we are much the same,
So pure after been given birth;
Then polluted in guilt and shame,
We can easily loose our worth.

But once again we can be pure,
Repent and let the Holy Spirit in;
For providing you with the cure,
Cleansing your soul of all sin.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2005 Richard Newton Sherrer

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