Everywhere one looks, our Creator’s brush has touched
A beautiful painting for the eye, a Master’s piece for the mind
If one lessens their hast, to see the wonders anew
Out a frosty window these eyes wonder
To rest upon natures own cross created in His memory
Tall and straight, brown and ruddy it stands
Outline in white of freshly fallen snow
For a moment such as this, it was meant for
To bring this heart into surrender, and awe
Reminder of Him who died for me, upon a cross such as this