In a day filled with sprinkling rain and cold, chilly wind,
We
find the warmth of a new spring
As
the sun pushes into our life.
Birds
plead to their lover’s need
As
hand in hand we stroll,
The
flowers rushing out
To
display their wares before us.
“On
to Market”, they cry.
“The
time is now.”
“Do
not delay.”
The
trees respond as they stretch
Their
own newness.
Splendid
and redeemed from a
Winter’s
night sleep.
“Color
me”, cries the grass, the bush.
“I
am ready for a new coat to display.”
One
by one the peddlers of God’s creation
Open
to the Market’s call.
One
by one, voices join together
To
bring forth a new season.
“Smell
me”, one cries to the bees,
and
from another, sweet temptations
are
lifted to the Butterfly.
“Before
me? Yes”, speaks the squirrel,
then
chatters even more as he passes.
And
into the hollow of God’s creative hand
We
all succumb.
Knowing
that together we complete life.
Praises
we shout one to all,
Praises
together we sing to Him.
Spring
is here,
A
new season begun.
To
Him we sing,
For
He gave us our beauty, our life
Through
Jesus Christ, His Son.
Selah
A New Season by Ronhales Ecclesiastes 3:1