I wouldn’t say I cling to guilt,To anger or sorrow,
Instead I feel they cling to me
And pile up like the snow.
They bury me in layers deep
Until I disappear
And there is nothing left to show
That I was ever here.
But I have learned that, when they come
And settle in on me,
If I lift up a song of praise,
Then joy will set me free.
At first, it simply warms my heart,
But then, I feel it grow
Until the anger and the guilt
Drop off like melting snow.
The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.
This wonderful photograph is a blessing from Russ Vaughn. Many thanks... I just love it!