Oh Beauty of Winter abounds, many times without making a sound.
My Lover, my Lord come dance with me, under the snowed-chiseled trees.
I am your Creation, your own personal manifestation, thank you for my beloved Nation.
I am but a servant of your love, I cry out your message, like a soaring dove.
You are the One and only true God, I desire only you, I thirst for you every day, I seek the morning’s dew.
My beloved, my dearest soul partner and friend, I no longer want to ask you what is beyond the bend.
The bend in my life, that used to cut my heart like a knife, I seek to rest not live in strife.
Rest in your strong and beautiful arms, I will ignore fear’s alarms, and fall in love with your charm.
You ARE the man of my dreams, my every fantasy, please forgive my unjustified pleas.
Thank you for the people you have sent to me that love me back, I have everything I need, I don’t lack.
Oh beauty of Winter abounds, no need to make a sound, I was looking so desperately but I have found.
Found in my Lord Jesus all that my heart had desired and cried for, and to others now I implore.
Don’t knock on future’s door, instead be like a child and wait for what is in store.
For there is so much more for those us who truly believe that the Truth can set you free so you just be.
Set you free like an eagle coasting above still waters, free as can be….oh how free you can be.
That is my plea and desire. So answer the call, invite Him in and He will forget your sin, and you will win.
Win the greatest prize of all…His Amazing Grace. It will erase all your pain and sorrow.
I will meet you all at the summit perhaps today or tomorrow, but don’t fret, God isn’t done yet.
You just met, so ready set go, there is an adventure waiting for you, who knew?
It would be so easy to lay it all down, and instead of wearing a frown, smile for a while.
Smile like a child and relish your moments, your days, your months, your years on Planet Earth.
For it is here that you can stop and say I want rebirth as Spring slowly shows her face.
And the past slow fades away as God Himself writes your present story and the rest He promises to erase.