Outside the ice and snow blew hard,
As I lay warm in bed.
Harsh winter winds whipped bare tree limbs
Like music in my head.
Wrapped up in sheets I sat and peered
Through windows at the scene.
Lost in thoughts of Almighty God
And how small a child I seemed.
While winds whipped ‘round, my thoughts did too,
Of times I drowned in sin.
Then ice cold tears from pain and past
Slid slowly down my chin.
But a smile played there beneath my tears,
As His child I was not lost!
For God had given all His love
And hadn’t count the cost.
Donna Sue Berry
January 21, 2012