Christmas falls like snow in the air
On a sunny and warm day.
Things are as expected,
God will have His way.
He needs no permission of the calendar,
Nor direction from the sun.
He knows how to do mysterious wonders.
He smiles for the fun.
The air turns cold as night arrives,
And He blankets the earth with snow.
He loves the delight in the child’s eye.
He creates a tender glow.
We recognize Your power, Lord.
Our seasons are in Your hand.
For everything we think we know,
We have yet to understand.
12.17.19 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
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Our seasons are definitely in God’s hand. Lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I am tagging you in a New Year’s tag. I hope you do not mind. Happy New Year to you.
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PTL! He is Lovely! Thank you for thinking of me, Beverley! I do not mind at all! More praise to the One who deserves it! ❤
Me and God love you!
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