There is something about fresh-fallen snow that takes my breath away...
even if I am sitting inside with a cup of warm tea.
I can't take my eyes off the tree limbs, dressed in white splendor
as they reach out their wooden arms and catch
the glorious ice crystals falling from the sky.
The mountains themselves are testimonies to God's greatness
even when they are bare;
When frosted over with snow
they look like a bakers masterpiece
dusted with powdered sugar.
I am awed that the Creator of this wonderland demonstrated that He loves me
far more than His creation, though I was wretched and needy.
To the only wise God our Savior, be glory and majesty