Poetry

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I've seen snow in Northern Greenland;
Mississippi...points between;
With the snowfall, I'm reminded
"Snow's" the Master's word for "clean"!

Yet, as pure as falling snow is
There's a greater truth we know;
That the blood of our Redeemer
"Cleanses WHITER than the snow."

As it snows on Mississippi,
Even now, the yearnings start
For the snowfall from the Master
That will cleanse my human heart.

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