The snow rests upon the little needles of the fir tree, hidden by the bright green of its branches. The evergreen even in the winter still casts its spell of beauty through its radiant hues. When all else is dead, dark and dreary the evergreen never fades.
God is like the evergreen no matter, the season, the dormancy of the cold or the tragedies of life God never fades He is always there. Yet, sometimes He is covered by the snows of our lives, hidden from our sight. But make no mistake about it He is there, evergreen, ever present.