Winter Comes, Winter Goes


Nature scars her body and strips her soul.
The scape seems dreary and heavily imprinted;
Its adornment lies trampled under foot and machine.
A barren scene lies beneath view,
With hope and promise spotted in a lonely crown-thorned nest.
A rare bud dares to escape its fate, while
Nature drops a frosty curtain to hide her shame.
Her breath is frozen as she whispers,"Your time will come."
Suddenly, a shower of fluffy flakes from the heavens falls,
White and magical, gently covering earth's bare soul.
Hidden beneath a purifying rood lies its disgrace.
Beauty, what wonderment for all to see,
Much like carefully hidden human winters and sin-scarred souls.
Christ sees our secret places and drops His holy snow-white blanket,
Paid with such a price.
Wrapped in His arms is encompassing beauty,
Beauty for all who but accept the gift.
Who paid the price?
It was Christ Jesus, Savior and Redeemer,
One who loves His Father so much-
It was He Who was willing to obey His wintry task for you and for me.

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