Lord, as the buds,
begin to re-form
in Spring’s sunshine
bright and warm.
May I too,
open up to You
to be restored
and made anew.
Lord, as the birds,
take up their song
as in the breeze
they glide along.
May I too,
sing out to You
my song of praise
for all You do.
Lord, as Spring,
blooms and sings . . .
may I too emerge
on faithful wings!
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“For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds
is come, and the voice of the turtle
is heard in our land;”
King James Version
Public Domain
Copyright 2018
Deborah Ann Belka
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