If the snow falls, it will fall softly, as in an embrace of frozen silk
If winter winds blow, as they prevail, there is a sound comforting
Every flake of snow is different, so we've been told, even there
In a cold white dawn of the morning, there's a feeling of majesty
In all of creation is a form of love, every being alive is unique
From the artist and creator's hand, all things are worth seeing
We must appreciate with awe, how nature is built without flaw
And all that we know must come from a design, perfect and true
From a baby's giggle in sleep, to a wrought universe in dream
Surrounded by perfection, gathering the greatness in the residue
As we stand, in existence transfixed, waiting for the next phase
Transformed by the power, of the creator of every hour
The architect of the universe allows us to forever renew
And eternity beckons, I am ready for Heaven
I long for the moment I bid this world adieu
Psalm 19:1 "The
heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his
hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they
display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is
not heard."
