The love song beside the ear wakes up the cold of the dream, immerses itself in the charming illusion, burns the ice with hot ink to melt the snow.
The perseverance of the flower red seems to penetrate or melt the snow, the real snow is red, very beautiful.
Fortunately, rising temperatures were expected to help melt the snow.
We didn't want to melt the snow and have nothing to offer the earth.
I can't help myself. I can't help letting go of my voice and singing with all my heart. I'm going to melt the snow and ice on the top with my most beautiful and beautiful song.
However, as the light of Jesus' presence begin to melt the snow in our lives, do we eternally remain in the lowlands or take courage to follow Jesus firm-footedly towards the higher places?
