Softly, on each green bough and limb,
Bringing with it all of the peace
For which my sad heart calls.
The Lord brings comfort to us all
In subtle little ways,
Who would have guessed the peace I’d find
In quiet, snowy days.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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