We’ve had a long, hard winter in our neck of the woods. At last, spring is here! I rejoice!
It’s Spring, realio and trulio!
We seek the blue sky, faces aglow.
Tiny buds with petals so coy,
Fresh breezes and rain our senses employ.
Oh, the joy, the ecstasy, the mind-freeing new birth!
The wonders peeking out from fresh and moist earth.
Gray skies and blue, clouds dark or white,
Paint us all over with God’s creative might.
Such magnificence leads me to bow in awe,
To dance with glee and shout, “Hurrah!”
And to praise Him in His might and grace,
And thank Him for this pleasant place.
Psalm 16.6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.