The air was still, the
breeze was crisp
On that chilly winter
morn;
My heart had just been
pierced
By a hurtful prickly
thorn.
I stood before the
window pane
Seeking solace in the
peace;
When I spied a gorgeous
Cardinal
Nestled safely in a
tree.
His little tiny figure
Was like crimson in the
snow;
God had sent a gift from
heaven
Touched my heart and
gave me HOPE!
You see, ONLY God can
understand
The daily perils I go
through;
He cares about each
heartache
Every tattered place and
bruise.
But in the midst of
turmoil
I find Him faithful day
to day;
To exhibit tiny miracles
That give me hope along
life's way.
He shows Himself
in little things ~
And allows me to behold;
The love He holds
inside, for ME ~
Painted Crimson In The
Snow!
Terese Holloway
