AWAITING SPRING

Life has brought too early, the winter of my soul,

Where cold winds blow, and snow is found within.

I know that this won’t always be, this winter chill,

For in heaven... I will not play this violin.

Awaiting spring, for soon I’ll hear the angel’s sing,

And light will drown the darkness... only gladness rein.

No more will tears be shed, or depression grow,

Only tears of joy are seen in heaven’s domain.

And yet, I see weariness in those still young,

Storms of life unceasing and nakedness of spirit seen.

Darkness in the old and young alike taking upper ground

And gloomy shades of brown replace the springtime green.

Until that fated day...when your name is called,

Let the glow of Jesus light the winter solace,

Keep from succumbing to the barrenness within.

No matter what the season... try to see God’s face.