In the dark blue night
snow slides like a white cloth
over a dreaming world.
The song sparrow, stately as a glacier salutes
the skies with music of secret hope,
and the winter moon, in crystalline clarity
sails the universe as a pure light of peace.
Constellations reach through the centuries,
to touch the warring earth
blanketed beneath the snow.
Yet, a subtle grace leaps in pure whiteness—
Our holy God, tangled and forgotten in the uncounted years
voices His solemn vow of love in the rushing sound of wind.
O, ice sculptured God of extraordinary love
extricate our world from its own destruction,
give us courage to rummage
through the drawers of life,
in search of You.
We are like lost snow geese running across the ice,
so, give us hope to make our way home
faith to find You again.