  Pretty little snowflakes Falling to the ground; Here is one, there is one, Ev’rywhere they’re found. A boy kneels on a window seat, looking out at the snow. See them fall so gently Through the frosty air; Every little snowflake Has its beauties rare. With the pretty snow; Then we see the snowbirds Flying to and fro. Do you think the snowbirds Like the wintry day? Do you think they’re happy As they chirp and play? Happy little creatures— Do not reap or sow, Yet the Master feeds them, Even in the snow. Jesus made the birdies Blessings to enjoy; Then, oh, do not harm them, Little girl or boy. In the pleasant evenings, Then the rabbits go Through the woods and bushes, Playing in the snow. But at break of day They must hunt a refuge, There to hide away. So these little creatures Love the fallen snow; Should not we enjoy it, Who God’s blessings know? Two birds perch on a sign reading 'Love thy neighbor as thyself. Rom. 13:9.' Should we ever murmur, Should we e’er complain, When God sendeth blessings, As the snow and rain? Yes, for everything; And we ought his praises Daily to him sing. A house and its garden seen behind a fence. He is love and kindness To us all below; On the just and unjust, Sendeth rain and snow. For his love to us; He’s so kind and faithful, Giving blessings thus. Birds perch and flutter around a branch. Let us ask the Savior, As we kneel to pray, “Help us to be thankful, More and more each day. Thankful noon and night; Thankful for the rain-drops, Thankful for the light.” |
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