The Snowflake

The snowflake, so beautiful and refined Its divine sparkle, created by “The Master” of mine Christ is the Master of whom I speak He is “The Master” of you and me He creates the snowflakes in His own way Just as He creates each of us from day to day He cuts and snips and fashions His different grand designs Sometimes we’ll miss it, if we don’t stop to look or take our time But when we look, we’ll see the beauty that He creates We will marvel & wonder at the snowflakes He makes Remember, we are like His snowflakes too He cuts and snips at us & it often hurts it’s true Yet it’s so royal and splendid what He’s making out of us If we will just give Him the scissors & in His brilliance trust We are meant to be cut, snipped and folded & continually refined Because once opened up, His glorious creations are all, we will find