Traveler In the Snow
White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.
As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.
My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.
Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.
No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!
Copyright © Jacob Irvin | Year Posted 2009
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