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Oh, the Blowing
of the Snow
Oh, the blowing of the blustery snow,
twirling, swirling, where do you go
The frost is in the cold morning air
hangs lowly in its haze, does not glare
Liken the sun, we hope for it to shine
We know then that God made it
For He is truly thine
Sparkling fallen snowflakes
have their places as they fall
For you and I know who made
the beauty of it all
Yes, God our Father really cares for us
and loves us best of all
--- written with love by Charmaine