Snowflakes drifting to the ground
Softly fall without a sound,
Till a mantle, pure and white,
Covers all the earth from sight.
Tiny flakes of beauty rare,
Gently filling all the air,
Well you symbolize to me
Thoughts of love and purity
Ever falling from above,
From the Father's heart of love —
Thoughts of gentleness and peace
That must evermore increase
Till they weave a garment fair,
Christ's own robe beyond compare,
At whose touch, the fettered soul
Finds itself released and whole.
So the little snowflakes fair,
Filling all the earth and air,
Bid me watch, that every thought
With Christ's purity be fraught.
