Frosted Beauty

A tender touch from You this morning, Lord
as I went along my way.
The beauty of Your creation, Lord,
Oh, how it blessed my day.
The air, cold, filled with moisture,
lightly freezes on the trees
the willows bow before You, Lord,
as one would bow the knee
in Your presence, Oh my Creator,
all creation sings
to You of love and majesty
and the happiness that You bring.

(c)Ministry Through Music/kle January 1999

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