Rest For a Season
As I walk the yard, frost on the grass,
the wind softly blowing and the
temperature dropping fast.
The birds coming for seed in my feeders,
and rabbits hopping to pick up the scattered feed.
My flowers frozen until warmth of spring,
GOD stirs them and new life begins.
The trees bare of leaves, and branches
exposed, soon to be covered with ice and snow.
Matthew 11:28, "Come unto me, all ye that
labour and are heavy laden, and I
will give you rest".
This tells us where we can go when our
souls need rest.
Can we live our life and stand our test?
Like the birds and small animals,
GOD for us has a season, and to
live for HIM is a lifetime reason.
What is your reason for your season?
Copyright © Mattie Jacobs | Year Posted 2006
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