Living Fountain

There is a chill in the air
And a chance for some snow flurries
It is the light of your face that brings warmth to my heart
Your word melts down the bricks of my heart
And forms into something that is beautiful to You
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Then we serve an awesome God
For He holds us as the apple of His eye
We are His prized possesion
And He is ours.