The Treasures of the Snow

Oh man, that liftest up thy heart

And boasteth in thy way,

Dost though know whose design thou are,

Who formed thee from the clay?

By whose word that first morning’s dew

Did cause green herbs to grow?

And hast though entered in unto

The treasures of the snow?

And canst thou tell whence falls the rain,

Who formed the frost and hail?

How grows the grass on yonder plain,

Where no man doth travail?

And where th Gypsy wind has been

And where it next shall blow?

And hast though ented in and seen

The treasures of the snow?

And though who reasons with surmise

And treats His Word with scorn.

Canst thou command the sun to rise

And cause the day to dawn?

And hast thou searched the sea’s

Deep springs,

Their secrets do you know?

Canst thou expain such hidden things

As treasures of the snow?

Yet when thy errant ways are kissed

By white-clad flakes from Heaven,

And thou dost stumble in the mist

And to thy knees are driven;

Wilt thou not seek to understand

The lesson He would show,

And search out by His guiding hand

The treasures of the snow?

For when the night’s bleak, fearsome storm

Doth to the morning yield,

And dancing sunbeams gently warm

They white-clad vale and field,

With radiance bright as angel’s wings

All nature then doth glow,

And promise fresh awakenings

From treasures in the snow.

It is in mercy not in wrath,

By plan, not skittish whim,

That He doth shroud your earthly path,

That you may search for Him.

To cover all thy scarlet sin,

His precious blood did flow,

Oh, seek His cleansing power within

The treasures of the snow.

Angels Watched Close

As a child I was, sent with so much love,
Heaven-cherished from up above,
Wisdom granted from it's halls.
But I could hear the far-out calls!
I'd always sought much more from life,
Not expecting so much strife.

I left behind all I had been,
Hoping in the world to be a queen,
A star with glamour, oh so bright!
But instead I was in for loss and fright.
Good intentions I'd hoped to sow,
But was lured by a foe.


A friend to me, or so he seemed,
Offering everything I had dreamed.
He knew about my rugged past,
And promised our new life would last.
I can't forget his patient stare;
He waited for me my soul to bare,

Hiding from me his jagged knife,
Waiting for the moment to take my life.
A voice I'd known for many years before
Whispered, "He's leading you to the green door."
I laughed it off. "You know not what you say.
"He is my friend, and with him, I'll stay."

Parties and laughs we had together.
I never suspected his love would waver.
One night he raged and I saw in his eyes
Something I did not recognize--
The hatred, the lies, the bitter deceit,
And upon my body he did beat.

With no one around to hear my cry,
I remembered the mercy of One on high.
His loving arms enveloped me.
He wished so much to set me free,
Never looking at the pain I'd caused
In running from His honorable cause.

Angels watched close, and when I'd cry
They'd wipe the tears away from my eyes.
As I slept they'd whisper, "Dear,
"You've been so sad. Won't you let Heaven near?"
I again rejected Heaven's peace;
I sought worldly things for my release.

The faster I ran, the harder I fell,
Nothing I did would break the spell.
Confusion and darkness all around--
Everyone I turned to was also bound.
With every quest and source I sought,
Nothing of this world could be bought

To ease the emptiness inside,
For all the love I had defied
Bare and broken, I let out a groan.
Angels said, "Your true Love won't leave
you alone!"
I had been stripped of my pride.
Only harmony did I wish to abide.

On that day a voice called me Home:
"You're always welcome under love's dome."
"I have rest for your soul, truth and care;
"All you need to do is stay close in prayer.
"Do all you can to unchain those bound.
"You've been there--send this rescue around."

Only through Heave can we find this light.
My brothers and sisters, hold on tight!
Stay true to cause, never give in!
And through His power we WILL WIN.

--Faith A.