Dave Nealon: Music

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I love how snow softens and changes everything and how it brings peace--a lot like grace.

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Well I know, it falls like snow,
Coming steadily and coming slow,
Covering what we would show,
Changing everything we think we know,
Falling, freely falling.

It doesn’t make a sound, coming all the way back down,
Opening and spreading ‘round a blanket on this frozen ground,
Like a dream descending, newness that is never-ending,
All that’s past rescinding, all that matters it is mending.

White that once was red, from a wound that always bled,
Now the sky has shed this resurrection for the dead,
Can it be that love is blind and grace is free?
Again I start to see, they will suffice for you and me.