At the Darkest Hour
Vividly, I remember that inspiring midnight winter vision, from years ago,
I stood transfixed, gazing on a dream like world, through my front window.
Billions of diamonds reflected rainbow colors from street lights; God"s design.
A 'whispering' opened my soul's ready ear, like the beauty of wind chimes;
"Though your sins be as scarlet, they'll be white as that fresh driven snow."
A dog, breaking the peaceful spell with whimsical antics, leaped through.
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