New Mercies
I wrote this poem this morning after awaking to a beautiful blanket of snow.
Yesterday, the weather was quite gloomy. For the first time ever in December, on the way to church, Hannah sang, "It's raining. It's pouring. The old man is snoring. . ."
I wasn't snoring. . . but I was brooding. Dark rains somehow have a shadowing effect on the human heart.
Oh, what a delightful postcard from heaven this morning, awakening to freshly fallen snow and a cloudless sky!
Dark December rains
make morning like night,
but gathering saints sing
"There is no shadow
of turning with Thee."
A fresh blanket of snow
sparkles like diamonds
in the New Year sun.
"Morning by morning
new mercies I see."
Great is Thy Faithfulness.
Great is Thy Faithfulness.
Yesterday, the weather was quite gloomy. For the first time ever in December, on the way to church, Hannah sang, "It's raining. It's pouring. The old man is snoring. . ."
I wasn't snoring. . . but I was brooding. Dark rains somehow have a shadowing effect on the human heart.
Oh, what a delightful postcard from heaven this morning, awakening to freshly fallen snow and a cloudless sky!
Dark December rains
make morning like night,
but gathering saints sing
"There is no shadow
of turning with Thee."
A fresh blanket of snow
sparkles like diamonds
in the New Year sun.
"Morning by morning
new mercies I see."
Great is Thy Faithfulness.
Great is Thy Faithfulness.
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