The earth, ugly, cold and dark
Waits for the warmth and life of Spring.
The Lord a blanket sends to cover the land,
Pure white, cleansing and protecting.
My soul, ugly, cold and dark with guilt
Waits for the warmth and life of love.
The Lord washes me in His blood.
I am whiter than the pure snow.
Deane Wassink, October, 2006