The snow fell
And so did the world
Of someone I love.
And sorrow piled in drifts,
Sorrow upon sorrow upon sorrow.
We lift up our eyes to the hills;
From whence comes our help?
The Man of sorrows,
Of grief upon grief upon grief;
That Man knows.
And He has come
To make all things new,
Always and forevermore
Our only hope.
I’ll probably…yes, I might just do that.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Amen
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I was marveling, this morning on how the snow looked just like big white blankets on the rooftops and ground. I love the way it covers all the dirty stuff and does make it like new. Such a good reminder of what Jesus has done for our sins.
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