Snowflakes

The snow falls lightly to the ground

each flake so perfectly round.



As it falls it lands so still

doing only Gods will.



So white and cold and wet

each flake ready to land

to fill the ground with Gods Hand.



To think something so white and cold

will soon melt away

but the Love that formed it

can Only be His way.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

11-25-03



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