SNOWFLAKES
Snowflakes falling, so pure and white,
They always make such a pretty sight,
Especially when there is no breeze
And they fall with delicate, graceful ease.

All are a little bit different in some way,
No two snowflakes alike, or so folks say,
We His daughters start out like snowflakes
Pure and different when to earth each wakes.

Each coming down from heaven above
Made by God with infinite, pure love,
None of us children are made the same,
Different in features, different in frame.

Like single snowflakes we are not strong,
But together we form a mighty throng
Of children going homeward to Him in love,
Return pure as the snowflakes that fall from above.

M Ann Margetson © October 24, 2000
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