Written on September 4, 2025
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In the springtime of my life, I hear the birds, singing delight Crooning the hope through my worst strife, Silencing shadows with sweetest insight In the summertime of my life, I hear the whisper of leaves, alive Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive In the autumn of my life, I hear the music of stars at twilight, Revealing the music of hope despite strife Rising in victory, the music He’ll write In the winter of my life, I hear the praise of each sunrise Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife When death comes, there’ll be no surprise In the days that leave me unsure, I hear the beautiful of a God who is true And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure, Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
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