Chinook winds blow at winter’s end,
spring rushes to the thresh hold
of muddy lanes and patchy snow,
of trees budding grand and bold Crocus and tulips push through soil,
bluebells and buttercups flourish,
plowed fields await fresh plantings
spring sunshine soon will nourish
spring rushes to the thresh hold
of muddy lanes and patchy snow,
of trees budding grand and bold Crocus and tulips push through soil,
bluebells and buttercups flourish,
plowed fields await fresh plantings
spring sunshine soon will nourish
Fleeting rainstorms kiss the face
of each flower in God’s design,
rainbows appear, then fade away,
leaving promise of glory divine Pitter-pat rhythms play on tin roofs,
cozy afghans cover our laps,
stretching cats recline on chair backs
as fireplace crackles and snaps Sunbeams streak through cloudy skies,
migrating geese fly above,
hints of fair weather changes bringing spring,
the season we love
of each flower in God’s design,
rainbows appear, then fade away,
leaving promise of glory divine Pitter-pat rhythms play on tin roofs,
cozy afghans cover our laps,
stretching cats recline on chair backs
as fireplace crackles and snaps Sunbeams streak through cloudy skies,
migrating geese fly above,
hints of fair weather changes bringing spring,
the season we love
THE FAITHFULL FEW
In the cold still air the melodic sound of the old bell tolls it's beckoning callA warm sounding welcome, to all
Approaching the old double doors,
a warm handshake greets those who come;
the Faithful Few;
some old, some new.
The threshold beneath the old double doors,
worn smooth by little passing feet,
the echo of laughter
with children racing to their favorite seat
With all heads bowed and eyes closed tight
The warm caress of words prayed by the preacher
With love and delight
Listen to the songs of love and praise
Look up into the loving eyes of Jesus who seem to say
"Welcome Ye Faithful Few!
Do not forsake me
I will keep my promise
