The Giant’s heavy branches
Dressed up in fragrant green needles
Toss to and fro in the surrounding sea of brown.
Birds at the feeder contend
With the wind as it randomly whips
Feathers into peaks, where normally no peaks exist.
Like a frigid blanket,
Attempting to grab at all
And freeze it in its strong embrace,
Gray skies lay heavy on the scene.
Standing in my kitchen,
Looking out on the chilling sight,
I am at peace, wrapped in a blanket of warmth and light.
The walls that surround me keep out the cold
And give me comfort and safety.
How can I help but feel
The everlasting arms of Him
Who keeps me safe,
And draws me into His strong embrace?
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust!'” Psalm 91:1,2 NASB
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