Snow and Communion

Earlier today, from my perch on the third floor of the library at school, it looked like it was snowing in every direction -- up, down, side-to-side, and even a bit slanty. Now it just looks like this outside:


I am sitting here writing a tough paper: the sacrament of communion. I don't know if it is tough because of the professor, the page limit, or the subject. But I did learn something in my research. One of my favorite songs of late is (excellently) much older than I knew it was. Some lyrics, written by John Stocker, circa 1776:

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, which wonders to feel its own hardness depart. Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground and weep for the praise of the mercy I’ve found. … Great Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own, and the covenant love of Thy crucified Son. All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine seals mercy and pardon, and righteousness mine!