Soft snow gently falls;
soothes my mind, wakens my soul.
It is time to cleanse

all that is timid within my limits, borders of lone shaking frame.

My Savior claims me all over again, holding me, no falling here.

No sliding, no loss.
Only a clean slate, a piece of love remembered.

With tears I accept His invitation to live in new lands, fresh words.

The message of hope:
time to empty what is worn into His river.

Clear the doubts, these clouds.
Wipe away these tears, the sun marks a new morning.