How the snow comes to encapsulate this once dreary town
It doesn't demand time or space It comes without worry, without haste.
Look up and watch as the magic begins to unfold Each flake holds a special shape Uniquely crafted to maintain the cold.
It hits the trees, the streets and the cars But seems to leave an invisible mark on the town.
Come sit inside and watch for yourself However, I must go outside if only to see for myself
The beauty of this white is enough to make one cry. The snow quickly awakens my soul from its slumber And i'm alive
Alive as a fond who is about to take flight She now has a chance for a beautiful life
Just as Jesus has covered our sin Not once did we have to beg or plea
We are washed white because of Him Because He is enough and loves us freely
How beautiful is the sight of fresh snow It helps us to see His grace I stand in awe of this enchanting place.