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That Little Flake Sent From Heaven

There is God on high in His created best
making this white frozen small flake
the whiteness is so truly brilliant
only the divine creator this could make

Now He spins this from His perfect hand
sending it into orbit knows where it'll land
it has millions of miles to travel far
on its way, it passes many a star

Think of all these planets they are
they see this flake so perfectly white
wondering where has this come from
so bewildering such an awesome sight

Now all these puffy white clouds
we sometimes see when on a plane
so near looking out near our window
that snowflake passes just like rain

That little flake sent from heaven
now hits its chosen destination
the human eye can now look upon it
in wonder at this amazing celebration

( This piece follows the snowflake leaving God's created hand to its fall on to earth.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 1/6/2021 6:05:00 AM
Gordon, as I have an affinity with snow (for I was born in a snow storm) of course I love this poem so much, the journey of a snowflake so beautifully penned, well done _Constance
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 1/14/2021 2:48:00 PM
Thanks Constance, Glad you loved this piece so much and found it so beautiful. Take care and blessings and hugs, Gordon
Date: 1/6/2021 3:23:00 AM
Snow can be quite beautiful and the silence that creates such a essence of God's spirit within it always amazes me - it is a silence louder than thunder. I love it. God bless you dear friend
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 1/14/2021 2:47:00 PM
Thanks Gina, Glad you enjoyed it and found it touches you so by God's spirit. God bless you too, blessings always,Gordon

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