Trees, so burdened, bowed their heads

With pressure from the snow;

Branches broken�?limbs were lost;

Yet, still all beauty glowed.

How can I, as nature, be

A model of such love?

Can one see me in suffering

Bow down to God above?

Can I uphold His beauty

In storms that come my way?

Can one look out and see in me

God’s handiwork displayed?

Yes!!! Gaze upon the majesty

Of celebrated storm..

In bonds of Christ I now lay down

And quiet for the morn�?

©by DOZ_girl 1998