When I think of snow…
I'm reminded of purity;
Like the precious blood of God's Son,
That completely cleanses from sin.
When I think of snow…
I'm reminded of my childhood;
Like the times when mom made snow cream,
And stings from snowballs on my chin.
When I think of snow…
I'm reminded of your pure love;
How it blankets me completely,
Filling me with warm love within.
© Loyd C. Taylor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey nice poem.... i too love snow..... i liked ur poem when i read it.........