Springtime---
SPRINGTIME---
It’s cold outside Lord;
O God I thank you for the winters toil;
Heavenly Father the snows melted thaw…
Water and wet brown grasses and soil;
Nothing left but to watch the world;
Spinning closer to the Son;
The warmer we become;
It’s (His) rays embraces us;
Father you’ve found this…
I can smell the new breeze;
O I can see the new leaves;
That is formulated on the trees;
Father, renew me..
Fresh as blessed, nothing dead all is raised;
I see within the corner of my eyes;
The budding and the loving of the land;
For I see that it’s now spring
Springtime
3/20/19
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.