Angel feathers fall now to earth
Dusting the waiting with new grace now seen
Each manifests in a crystalline flake
Each unique like the situation it covers
In His love and forgiveness
Received with thankful refreshing
Sign of Deity, Purity, Grace here among us…
What a gift and a glorious sight to the eye
White eyelet laces and nose tickling graces
Of this heavenly soft falling
Always covering, calling
To draw ever nearer
There is none that is dearer
Than He whose life’s own blood
Has turned crimson to white
Bright dazzling by day and by night…
Always in season
Love being the reason…
Oh Christ, our delight
Snowy Grace, snowy white…
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About Iris Woytowich
Iris lives in the Canadian prairies and has always loved to write poetry. She writes with a style that is both modern, yet reflecting the everlasting sameness of our great God and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Iris is married with two lovely school aged children, and has been privileged to remain at home during the course of their upbringing. Prior to this, she worked in long term health care. She has attended university where she enjoyed English studies as well as attained a certificate in Health Care Administration. Iris has a lifelong love of the arts where she has participated in dance, visual art, and of course poetry. She enjoys travelling, and also just seeing Christ revealed in everyday situations and occurrences.
iriswo@gmail.com
www.mynucerity.com/freshglow
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