Changing Seasons

Outside my window, the seasons change. With God's
mighty hand, he does re-arrange, the colors to suit
His every mood, with some colors softly subdued.
Others are more vivid and bright, these, I find to my
special delight. To God, the trees are like flowers in
a vase. With one hand, He can change or replace.
When they are gray and dead appearing , he tips their
branches with green, so endearing. Year after year, I
stay amazed, because year after year I have gazed, at
God's great work of re-arranging, to keep the seasons
forever changing.

by Joy Rainey King

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