The Winter is Past

The frozen turf is softened by the sun  And gentle rains descend; A lighter, warmer breeze has now begun To signal winter’s end. The snowdrop and the crocus start to poke Green sprouts above the earth; The fine mist vanishes like wispy smoke— The world speaks of rebirth. I praise the Lord for beauty of the Spring When hope is born anew. He makes my very soul with rapture sing, His light is breaking through. As He renews creation all around, His awesome power is shown. My life is...