Just as
the earths seasons,
rotate
round and round.
The lives
of we Christians,
follows
suit,
right here
on the ground.
Winter
In this
time warmth seems,
nowhere to
be found.
But in
days of winter,
GOD
Himself,
is
working on the ground.
Spring
Spring
sprouts life,
as seeds
are planted in the clay.
Deep
beneath the soil,
now
lies potential,
for
a harvest one day.
Summer
Summer
brings the heat,
as growth
begins to shape.
The
pruning now begins,
lest the
harvest,
He
forsake.
Fall
Fruit now
hangs heavy,
where
simple earth once stood.
The fall
has brought a harvest,
through
the bad,
and
the good.
Soon it
will be time
to work,
the
field again.
For as
long as The Son shines,
there
is seasons my friend.
Ecclesiastes
3:1
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