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Pure as SnowHoly Spirit Divine Intervention I look outside at the fallen snow, Glistening in the sun so bright; Sparkling as north winds blow, Looks pure in its color of white. Soon it will turn gray and dingy, The purity seems to have faded; As pollution corrupts its beauty, Causing its value to be degraded. Later as the day becomes warm, The snow slowly begins to melt; Begins to flow in changing form, Straying where once was dwelt. Actually we are much the same, So pure after been given birth; Then polluted in guilt and shame, We can easily loose our worth. But once again we can be pure, Repent and let the Holy Spirit in; For providing you with the cure, Cleansing your soul of all sin. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2005 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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