Pss. 92:13 Those that be planted in the house of the LORD
shall flourish in the courts of our God.
A Vital Season
The chirping of the birds awake
The chimes ring out in tune.
The morn has come and I’m alive
Praise God my morning croon.
The trees are showing color
Leaves dance with vitality
Wind is brisk the lulling sound
Sings loudly out to me.
Winter sleeps, as grass turns green
The season bursts with vigor
I sit in awe of God’s own hand
That touches the seedling trigger.
A vibrant season stands before us
Now’s our chance to flourish.
Speak to the wind, sing out God
Allow the journey to nourish.
Eph. 5: 29 For no man ever yet hated his own
flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:
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