A frosty pane,
A frozen window,
I write this on.
But, this in vain,
For on the morn,
All the frost will be gone.
Ruth A. Meyer
I wrote this one night in the frost that covered the inside of this window. One of those "midnight inspiration" poems, you know. :) Still, how many vain little things do we focus on every day, and let distract us from thinking on God and His goodness?
A frozen window,
I write this on.
But, this in vain,
For on the morn,
All the frost will be gone.
Ruth A. Meyer
I wrote this one night in the frost that covered the inside of this window. One of those "midnight inspiration" poems, you know. :) Still, how many vain little things do we focus on every day, and let distract us from thinking on God and His goodness?
