As snow descends on field and tree and lays its mantle white, the deadness of the winter time, is covered from our sight.

So Christ's atoning blood for those who come His grace to know, although their sins are scarlet, it shall wash them white as snow.

May we then, David-like, express a heartfelt cry within: "Oh, Lord, on me have mercy: Cleanse, Oh, cleanse me from my sin!"