Awe of this Time

The snow drifts down, coating the trees, come wintery warmth, though cold it may seem. Intricate snowflakes fall soft on my tongue, a design not by man, but by the creator of our world. The white of the season, how pure it shines! reminding us of the Lamb of God. Praises storm from all creation, and I, with cold hands shivering, am paused, in awe of this time

a A.J.Branum and Paige Beatrice original