Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Come Spring

One this February day the cold wind blows
Blackbirds sitting on the telephone wires row after row.
It will be like this for a few more days
But in March the bright sun will sharpen her rays.

Just yesterday I saw the first robin
Hoppin' along with his head a bobbin'
Spring is coming he seemed to say
Old man winter will pack up and move away.

How much like life I stopped to consider
That God teaches us lessons from His little critters
We too are passing from winter to spring
Life is fleeting, like a bird on the wing
Soon we will embrace the eternal spring
Isn't the love of God a beautiful thing?

"Gathered Fragments" - Willard Thomas

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