New-fallen snow reminds me
Of when I was a lad,
And when the well was getting low
It used to worry Dad.
But Grandma said, “Now don’t you fret,
We’ll melt and strain the snow—
It’s good enough for washing clothes
And taking baths, you know.”
I thought that Gram was silly
‘Cause the way it looked to me,
That fluffy, white new-fallen snow
Was clean as it could be.
So Grandma had me fill a pail
And set it on the stove;
As we watched it heat she said,
“You’ll see, the dirt will show.”
I watched it melt and shook my head.
It sure did puzzle me—
How there could be one speck of dirt
Was more than I could see.
And then she slowly poured it
Through a cloth so clean and white,
And when I saw the dirt it left,
I knew that she was right.
And Grandma said, “It’s like that
As you go through life, my son;
You’ll maybe think you’ve covered up
The little wrongs you’ve done.
But don’t forget, though you have fooled
The folks next door to you,
That God looks right into your heart
And sees the bad you do.”
How I recall Grandmother’s words
Each time I watch it snow;
No matter how we hide the truth,
There’s always One who’ll know…