THE WARMTH OF SNOW
Softly I Yelled (Within the Shadow of the Cross) ©1976
Rrrick Karampatsos
A cold blizzard in New England;
Mother Nature in gown of snow.
Her newest gown spread over us,
while music of hard blizzard winds blow.
At first, eyes light up to the sky;
Cleanliness is felt inside.
But all so soon the fresh feeling
Is turned spoiled and set aside.
The snow for others in stuck cars
alone the highway of the state
was cold, dirty and all so cruel.
They felt no warmth; just cold hate.
But as I was among the others
Of paralyzed traffic and man;
The burden of it all was light-
I had the warmth of a hand.
Others felt the hardness of it all;
The snow and the wind that did blow.
To me this was ‘White Heaven’-
with my Lord Jesus Christ,
I felt the warmth of snow
