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
Copyright © Deborah Finneran | Year Posted 2007
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