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Snow in clusters, each  flake a perfect God-thought, drifting down from heaven’s storehouses, piling up in drifts wherever faith is found. * “How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God; how vast is the sum of them…”
Snow in clusters,
each  flake a perfect God-thought,
drifting down from heaven’s storehouses,
piling up in drifts
wherever faith
is found.
*
“How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God; how vast is the sum of them…”
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This is as beautiful as snowflakes.
What a great analogy . .. each flake a perfect God thought , from His storehouses. Thank you for helping us worship Him today!
Thanks Debbie!
I agree with Debbie, thank you Melody.
Thanks Elizabeth! 🙂
Melody,
If we were able to count them, they would outnumber the sands of the sea..hugs!
Right, Glenda! 🙂
This poem is beautiful reflection of the Lord’s resources and power. We serve an awesome God!
So true! Thank you!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?