It is smooth, covering the blemishes of the land. Pristine. Beautiful. The ruts are missing. The bare patches. Even the ugly. All hidden by snow. As if they no longer exist.
Blessed is he who has forgiveness...whose sin is covered. Psalm 32:1
My sins are hidden in Christ. The blood of Christ covers them. The barren places where the only yield is lack, are blanketed. The blatant, ugly spots are shielded . The blemishes are crowned by His grace. When God looks at me, He views pristine. Beautiful. My lack no longer exists.
What love is this? What magnificence?
Oh, Grace, cover me further! Blanket me more with such Endless Love!