Seasons of the Sinner
When soft sudden bursts of buds begin
and Spring sputters sprouts of golden green,
I look to you with reverence and pray;
you are my Savior, my Spring day.
When sultry sunlight scorches the sand
and Summer sweltering dog days’ land,
I welcome you with outstretched arm;
you are my Savior, my Summer charm.
When wild whistling winds whirl into town
and Autumn leaves have all blown down,
I ask your guidance as supplicant sinner;
you are my Savior, my Autumn mentor.
When waxen whispers wane through the air
and Winter chilling cold seems not to care,
I hear your voice with grateful ear;
you are my Savior, my Winter cheer.
*Expanded version of You are My Savior (9/20/2020)
Copyright © Linda Fowler | Year Posted 2020
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