The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy april grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet, the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me
Sara Teasdale
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Spring
Spring...a time of refreshing. Spring...a time for new things. Spring...a time for fulfilment.
It always seems at the end of winter, spring is around the corner. Filled with excitement, we watch day after day for the coming of spring. Eagerly, we await for the smell of flowers, sunny cool days, and walks in the blooming gardens. A purpose seems to fill the air that gives rest and refreshment to our weary souls. Wintery days have passed....the waiting has ended.
I can't help, but think of My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in moments like this. To me...He is spring. He's always here and yet always around the corner. How I long for His coming. He seems like spring, when the burdens of this world has left me empty and dried. He give me anew strength carry out the tasks, He has for me. Like a flower, He tenderly tend me...preparing me for days ahead such as the harsh, cold winters. Through all troubles, He's there making me stronger through Him. Through all joy, He's there teaching me how to live in Him.
I long to touch Him, see Him, smell Him, and take long walks in His gardens. He reminds me of His love, and holds me so I can stand. Unlike spring, Jesus is in my heard all year around. But there are seasons, (Winter/summer)when it is time for me be tested, and (spring/autum)a time for me to be rested.
It always seems at the end of winter, spring is around the corner. Filled with excitement, we watch day after day for the coming of spring. Eagerly, we await for the smell of flowers, sunny cool days, and walks in the blooming gardens. A purpose seems to fill the air that gives rest and refreshment to our weary souls. Wintery days have passed....the waiting has ended.
I can't help, but think of My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in moments like this. To me...He is spring. He's always here and yet always around the corner. How I long for His coming. He seems like spring, when the burdens of this world has left me empty and dried. He give me anew strength carry out the tasks, He has for me. Like a flower, He tenderly tend me...preparing me for days ahead such as the harsh, cold winters. Through all troubles, He's there making me stronger through Him. Through all joy, He's there teaching me how to live in Him.
I long to touch Him, see Him, smell Him, and take long walks in His gardens. He reminds me of His love, and holds me so I can stand. Unlike spring, Jesus is in my heard all year around. But there are seasons, (Winter/summer)when it is time for me be tested, and (spring/autum)a time for me to be rested.
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