Spring

The sun is out, shining down, and the snow is almost gone,
Melting quickly beneath the rays, reavealing grassy lawn.
I step outside to feel the warmth, my first thoughts are of you,
The promise of spring, soon to come, like us, remaining true.
And as I gaze about I see flowers budding from the ground,
Wind whispering through the new-grown leaves, such a precious sound.
Robin chicks, chirping loud, from nests among the trees,
Soon to learn to use their wings, to float along the breeze.
New-born bunnies hop along, nibbling tender blossoms,
God's presence in this blooming world, of Spring, is truly awesome.
And though a time of storms will come, mingleing with our tears,
The Master's grace will soon prevail, and wash away our fears.
For Spring is a time of happiness, with no time for pain or sorrow,
Let us spend these days together, forget about tomorrow.
In time His will shall come to pass, and what will happen will,
But we shall pray with fervent hope, that we'll be together still.