It's that time again. The time when You change the seasons. The old things pass, so You can do something new.
The clear pitch black sky filled with stars, turns to those of grey. The green grass is covered in a thick blanket of snow. The crisp wind blows, and my skin cools. The fresh icy air fills my lungs.
Despite the lack of color in these cold winter nights, I feel Your presence and sit back in awe of the beauty.
As I write this poem, I sit in my chair, turned towards the window. My bones slightly shiver from the chill. As I look to see the small white flakes of snow falling to the ground, I consider these miracles we too often take for granted.
You give us beauty each and every day. You never stop working and still, like clock work, make every cold winter night a masterpiece. A perfect picture of whites and greys.
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Christian Poems
PoetryMuch like David with his psalms, I am most at peace when praising/calling on God through writing. Poems specifically. So, here are my collections of poems I've written thus far, it will be updated with each one I write. In them, I'm either praising...
