Snow Angels on a Sunday Morn

In the winter’s crisp embrace, they play,
Three children are joyful in the snow’s array.
With laughter dancing in the chilly air,
They craft angels with utmost care.

Their giggles echo in the silent white,
As they spread their wings with sheer delight.
Each flake is a symbol of pure grace,
In this snowy sanctuary, they embrace.

With hearts aglow, they sing and cheer,
Praising Jesus, whom they hold dear.
For in this moment, beneath the sky so vast,
They find His love in each angel cast.

In innocence and wonder, their spirits soar,
As they honor Him forever more.
In the snow, their praises rise,
Three children, under winter’s guise.