When the wind carries snow through the trees
I’ll soon be smiling away on my skis.
Blitzing along the trail I glide
Heart pumping with every stride.
Soon I’ll be on my knees
Chickadees listening in the trees.
O Lord, your radiance in this day
Makes me never want to stray.
Maples talking on this stretch
Telling me with glee
This scene I see,
is only in His hand,