A poem of hope in the winter season
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Brace yourself for the winter’s bane
Rushing in like refreshing rain
Spring erupts and breaks the bonds
Of snow and ice and hail and frost
Wretched death is finally gone
A memory eternally lost
Forgiveness blooms in fields of grace
God’s children play and dance all day
Mercy sunlight parts the clouds
Anointing healing pouring down
A wounded oak tree reaches out
Fruit bearing branches to the ground
Summer follows Spring so sweet
Cool breeze replaced by sweltering heat
The grass is green but growing dry
No shade to hid from blazing light
All day the land lets out a cry
And prays for change all through the night
Change does come in Autumn’s form
Gold orange and red becomes the norm
The Days of Jubilee begin
Where feasts seem like they’ll never end
Harvest gold the people win
But soon their joyful song they rend
For winter has returned again
To haunt the flesh and souls of men
And bundled in their winter fear
All must look to God for care
Wait for the green of grace to appear
Another year of God’s welfare