
three day old snowman
good that he doesn’t realize
his days are numbered
then again so are all ours
live each day like it’s a gift

three day old snowman
good that he doesn’t realize
his days are numbered
then again so are all ours
live each day like it’s a gift

large snowflakes falling
blanketing everything
with peaceful silence

smoke slowly rising
with the air so thick with cold
settles in billows

even in dark days
the joy of God lifts the poor
releasing captives

don’t tell anyone
where you see the sun going
or go following