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SNOW

(WALKING ON A WINTER MORN)

I love walking on a snowy winter morning,
early, as the dawn breaks forth its light,
dazzling the earth with all its splendor
as it glows above the earth all snowy white,
shimmering and sparkling around me
as I walk, awed by the beauty
of a world that's crystal bright.

There's a fresh crispness in the air,
a peaceful silence all around
in the early hours of morning

with soft snowflakes drifting down
as I leave the first footprints
on the snowy path I trod
and enjoy the awesome wonder
in my morning walk with God,
spellbound by His creation
and the winter season's splendor
etching my mind with images
I always will remember.

I love walking in the winter
where on the boughs of trees
frozen raindrops tinkle
like bells on the morning breeze,
where it seems ten trillion diamonds
have replaced the autumn leaves,
the carnelian, ruby and the gold
that in autumn crowned the trees.

Walking on a winter morn
as dawn breaks forth its light
fills the soul with wonder
and the heart with delight.
Oh how I love a winter walk
when there's only whispered sound,
where the earth seems pure and fresh and clean
with snowflakes dancing down.
I love walking on a winter morn,
early, as the dawn breaks forth its light,
shimmering and sparkling
on a world all crystal bright.
It fills my soul with wonder
and my heart with delight.

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