February, 1939
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T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S
t h a n k s
H e to God For Winter
By H e len Frazee-Bower
Woods at Tosemite
‘T h ou g h you r sins b e as scarlet, th ey sh a ll b e as white as snow” (Isa. 1 :1 8 ).
Thanks be to God for winter, and the way Of white sleep falling on a drowsy earth. There is no word the lips can find to say For loveliness like this. To tell the worth Of such deep peace is not a thing for lips: There is a time when spoken language mars— In that great silence when God stoops and slips His healing snow upon earth’s ugly scars.
But though lips fail, the heart can find a Word- The grateful heart that is remembering Its own deep scars and the atoning Lord Who made for sin its ancient covering: The heart that, winter-long, delights to know Its scarlet sins are all as white as snow.
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