Sweet Jesus in the snow
And his sisters down below
And the wintry, white-tailed doe
Tell me, what more is there to know?
Lady Wisdom in the sky
And Our Lady of the Pines
And sweet Jesus in the snow
Tell me, what more is there to know?
Her heart is like the firmament
Her hair is silver thread
Darkest of blues with
Light poked in it
Is the sky above her head
Yes, he wraps himself in light
Even in the dark of night
'Neath the softly falling snow
Tell me, what more is there to know?
In my days of discontent
I went to the woods and wept
In the forest you told me
I should live deliberately
In the mystery of the cross
You hold every single loss
You have every sorrow borne
Even on the brightest morn