“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”

Walking through the snowy field, looking towards the woods

I shiver from the crisp cool air, and hide my hands inside my coat

The footprints that I leave behind are melting fast and good

While the wind is causing the tall grass to wave as if to gloat

Its saying, "I am beautiful, my Creator clothed me fine

A blanket of white so soft and fluffy, to grace my beauty so

What have you got to compare with mine?

Your plainness you clearly show

And look the trees with splendor tower

Above the field below

Their branches blanketed with the same majestic accent as me

Where is your bright and cheerful glow?

Why, you dont fit in with all this beauty you see."

But I have an answer to his slights and not a moment taken back

For in my heart there is something to compare

I once with sin was scarlet stained and life was bleak and black 

But Jesus washed my heart whiter than snow this with him I share

For this same Creator has made me too! And not at all by mistake.

Yes, I am small and hardly compare to the beauty I am surrounded by 

But I am precious in my Maker's eyes, a sacrifice He chose to make

He died on the cross my soul to save although I gave Him no reason why

Before I knew Him, He loved me so much that a plan He carried out, 

He knew what He must do

To be the sacrifice for sin, to die, and to rise again (right here I could shout!)

He washed my sins away with the blood He shed, my heart He made anew 

So yes, I can compare to nature about, but in a different way

He didnt die to save the trees, He didnt love the field

But He loved the human race enough to come to earth one day

To be the sacrifice for sin, to win the victory if to Him we yield 

~Em Kennedy~