Morning Thoughts!

The clock struck nine,

I still lay,

in this bed of mine;

I cleared my eyes,

I cleared my mind,

looked out the window,

facing the woods out back.

There my eyes did behold,

Snowy beauty,

trees sparkling bright,

covering things brown,

covering things black.

Like this snow,

covering this dark ground,

many years ago,

in a little town,

Jesus was born,

Salvation to bring,

to free us from our sin.

He shed His crimson blood,

to cover our black sin;

Yes, His precious holy blood,

washes our black sin,

white, so much whiter than snow.

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