March 5, 2020

Another winter’s end is near.
Another spring is almost here.

I hear birds singing in the trees.
I see them soaring on the breeze.

The flowers push up through the ground.
From dormant bulbs new life is found.

The seasons come, the seasons go,
So much to learn, so much to know.

Life’s more than just four seasons long.
Each stage of life can birth a song.

The words mature with each new spring;
Bring forth new songs that I can sing.

I pray each year I grow more wise,
See with my heart, not just my eyes.

Lord give me strength and words to write
That shine through darkness, spread Your light.

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