Rolling out from under my warm covers this cold morning I found Lincoln covered in beautiful, sparkling white snow. What is it about snow? Clean, pure, floating, blowing, sparkling, enrapturing. I love it.
There is a great, old hymn with lyrics by James Nicholson that shares the name of this post: Whiter than Snow.
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to ransom my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out ev'ry foe;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
May those in Lincoln. May those in Kenya. May those sin-stained, heart-darkened people everywhere turn to Jesus with this plea, "Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."
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