Friday, January 09, 2009

Who can stand before his cold?

Been a bit chilly in these parts lately. Earlier today I stopped to take some photos of a rather icy pond here in Westbury. The scene called to mind the words of Psalm 147:15-18

He sends out His command to the earth;
His word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
He scatters the frost like ashes;
He casts out His hail like morsels;
Who can stand before His cold?
He sends out His word and melts them;
He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow.

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