Speaking of Snow . . .

I sang this song at church right after Christmas. I just adore it. Read the lyrics about the humble birth of our Lord, they just move me . . .

You could have come like a mighty storm,

with all the strength of a hurricane.

You could have come like a forest fire,

with the power of heaven in your flame.

But you came like a winter snow;

quiet, and soft and slow,

falling from the sky, in the night,

to the earth below.

You could have swept in like a tidal wave,

or in an ocean to ravish our hearts.

You could have come through like a roaring flood,

to wipe away the things we've scarred.

Oh, but you came like a winter snow;

quiet, and soft and slow,

falling from the sky, in the night,

to the earth below.

Your voice wasn't in a bush burning.

No. Your voice wasn't in a rushing wind.

It was still.

It was small.

It was hidden.

You came, like a winter snow;

quiet, and soft and slow.

Falling from the sky,

in the night, to the earth below.