I was standing at the window

Bathed in the glow of soft moonlight;

Huge snowflakes were falling,

In the middle of the night.

Such enchanting scene of beauty

As mother earth was turning white;

T’ws a glorious transformation

When the pale moon lost her light.

But the street light in the church yard,

With its lesser light aglow,

Let me watch a cautious bunny

Hopping softly through the snow.

The still air white with snowflakes

Filled my heart with sheer delight.

A winter wonderland appearing;

It was a most amusing sight.

As I watched the master artist

Weave a blanket of pure white,

Giving rows of fur and holly

An iridescent glow last night.

And I felt His Spirit near me;

I was protected in His care,

As I watched in admiration

A great display of splendor there.

He so freely spread his etching,

Exhibiting it for me.

Treating me with grace and honor,

As an exalted royalty.

Should I not bow down and thank Him,

And let my great Creator know

That I appreciate the artwork,

His expedition in the snow?

December 17, 1999