As pure and white as snow,
That on a clear, cold winter day,
Brings beauty here below.
Dear Lord,
just let me seek the light,
just let me seek the light,
Your Warmth, Your Love, Your Grace,
As here below we seek the warmth,Of a winter fireplace.
Dear Lord,
just help me strive to do,
The things You need of me.
I Thank You Lord, for in this way,
My Soul, like flakes, is Free.
E.H. Coe
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