Chasing Shadows of Snow

Sometimes I feel in pursuit of Thee,

that I'm chasing shadows of snow.

For just the moment I find Thee near,

Thy gleam seems to fade from it's glow.

Like the tossing waves of the sea,

as the winds which curious blow.

I ask, I seek, I find,

only to chase shadows of snow.

Though I find a sweetness of pleasure,

in the hunt of Thy face to and fro.

A grand mystery worth trailing,

on a quest chasing shadows of snow.

May it be I am a skip-tracer,

I hold no doubt, one day, I'll know,

that soon Thy Spirit shall settle,

melting upon me, pure as the snow.

"Hast thou entered into the treasures of

the snow" (Job 38:22a)?

"For as the rain cometh down, and the snow

from heaven, and returneth not thither, but

watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth

and bud, that it may give seed to the sower,

and bread to the eater; So shall my Word be

that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not

return unto me void, but it shall accomplish

that which I please, and it shall prosper in

the thing whereto I sent it" (Isaiah 55:10-11).

"And ye shall seek Me, and find Me, when

ye shall search for Me with all your heart"

(Jeremiah 29:13).

Amidst the pursuit of knowing Him more,

Jeffrey Brackett Quante IV

January 21, 2001