Snowflakes of Grace
The wind breathes in my face, her crisp air stinging my cheeks now pink,
She showers me with snowflakes, sprinkling iced confetti before my feet.
With pirouettes and spins she leaps from tree to tree, tiptoeing on the branches, shaking leaves tenderly.
Shimmering beneath the robes she’s draped, cloaked with powder from angels wings—
the earth is blessed—dressed in holiness, the promise of freedom that new life brings.
Raise your voice all you clothed, rejoice all you cleaned,
Proclaim your gift, to your Creator sing.
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