Published March 6, 2019 on the Ancient Paths Facebook page.
My soul is like the brilliant snow Which burdened fell one winter day Upon the ground and lost its glow, Soiled and trodden where it lay.
It lay there through the dark and cold Until the dawn when sun did rise, And grasp of springtime took its hold To force the snow back to the skies.
It stayed away when days were warm, When flowers bloomed and grass was green. It showed not during wind nor storm And until winter was not seen.
My soul is like that brilliant snow And, burdened, falls on bitter days. Iniquity does dim its glow, 'Til purged by hand of Heaven raised.