I wonder if I will ever be too old to notice the first day of spring…
The first glint of butterfly wing or the special song new birds sing.
Carpets of purple verbena woven with soft grass for hungry deer,
Wonder of long gently warm days; far removed from winter fear.
This season that comes as promised by the power of resurrection!
Experience of nature bending all thoughts to a spiritual reflection…
It’s no coincidence that Jesus died to rise again giving me new life!
This sermon nature preaches each spring cuts my heart like a knife!
By His wounds I am healed, daily revived by His resurrection power!
He bled for me, died for me, lives for me and reminds with a flower…
That I belong to Him and even though I be dead by His call I will rise!
I am merely a form moved by His Spirit eternal without any demise…
Though I crumble my soul is kept in Memory until new eternal spring!