Flurries and scurries, Wistful in dream, Light and airy, Lovely, Swiftly calling my name.
Flurries and scurries,
Wistful in dream,
Light and airy,
Lovely,
Swiftly calling my name.
Beckons and whispers, “Seek His face!” Rise up and awaken, Slumber is done. The snow is the herald, proclaiming the Son!
Beckons and whispers,
“Seek His face!”
Rise up and awaken,
Slumber is done.
The snow is the herald,
proclaiming the Son!
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