It comes falling and tumbling down.
Soon it will cover the ground.
The place where you walked
The place where you talked
Will be covered with snow all around.

The children are gleeful,
And happy and glad.
There isn't time to be mournful or sad.
They romp and they jump everywhere.
The joy they have is beyond compare.

The children go sledding.
Dad and mom are abiding.
They love this time of the year.
The snow it keeps coming,
With each flake too glorious to fear.

It puts them in mind of their sins forgiven,
As Love sends it down from above.
It shows them new hope so pure and white,
When someone paints the beautiful sight,
It's just one way Love has for showing His love.