The Winter Savior
I see the snowflakes falling falling
Out the window, through the trees.
I hear the cold wind blowing blowing
Rustling up the fallen leaves
I feel the cold air pressing pressing
‘gainst the door, throughout the hall
I smell the winter coming coming
With expected force and gall.
I taste the crystals melting melting
Landing on my tongue and coat
I sense the darkness rising rising
Creeping up to sap my hope.
Yet even in the sense filled wonder
Of this cold and darker season...
I taste and see His goodness goodness
As the crystals melt away.
I smell His fragrance filling filling
As He calms the blusters sway
I feel His presence with me, with me
As the darkness closes in
I hear Him whisper gently gently
As He speaks to me within
I see His Spirit coming coming
As He tarry’s not for long
I sense my Savior calling calling
As He draws me home, where I belong.