His blanket fell without a sound. With purity, the earth was crowned. He gazed on her with reverence, In powdered lace and beauty gowned. Then Winter took his frozen bride, The two of them stood side by side, And as they shared their solemn vows All mortal flesh stared starry-eyed.
A fresh fallen blanket of snow in the still, dawn hour transforms the world, erasing all the dirt and decay, and is a powerful visual metaphor for the Lord’s divine transformation of all those who answer His call, covering our wretched sinfulness with a garment of holiness befitting the bride of Christ.
Even after these many long decades it yet leaves me wide-eyed with the wonder of a child at the Lord’s wisdom, grace and cleansing power.
“Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the LORD, “Though your sins are as scarlet, They will be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They will be like wool.Isaiah, Chapter 1, verse 18
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