Crimson Snow

Crimson Snow


O how beautiful is the snow, effortless it comes down
Like a soft white blanket, falling to the ground

And all under these tender flakes; take on a crystal hue
From raped and barren landscapes, to scenic vistas viewed

The fluffy white blossoms; the tranquil layers light and fine
Bring whispers of my Savior, of God’s stillness to my mind

To thoughts about my Lord, of His blood shed for the lost
And how His blood came down, flowing from the cross

God’s perfect gift, our redemption it does bring
Gentle as the snow, Christ’ blood covers everything

I love the last two sentences in this poem.
It is such a beautiful visual of what Christ has
done and given for us. I just loved this. EXALT my friend.
Blessings.