A WRITING

There was an old man,
who sat on a log,
taking a rest,
while walking his dog.
The snow flurries,
started fluttering down,
soon to put a white blanket,
to cover the cold ground.
High in an old maple tree,
a blue jay cries for rain,
and not for snow again.
Now with a pause,
and a sigh,
I thank God,
who watches us,
from His throne on high;
Thank you Father,
for sending your Son,
through His shed blood,
we have salvation,
and a victory won.