Wake me up, come springtime, the scent of life anew,
Streams and rivers flowing, as nature sounds her cue.
What had been cold and barren, signs and stirrings, few,
Depart for warmer seasons, bid us all adieu.
The Earth awakes, heeding His call.
Behold the warmth, the bitter, thaw.
Life renewing, forgotten, the Fall.
Love eternal, made young, once more.
Promise wrought by God most tender, pierced by roman steel.
His Blood the earth did water, wounds of love, we’re healed.
Cold and death, see fleeing, icy breath, some warmth did steal,
Days of spring are calling, closing in at winter’s heel.
“But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs, but one soldier thrust his lance into his side, and immediately blood and water flowed out.”
~ John 19:33-34
Over ice and snow, wind relentless blowing,
Chilling is the music, hollow bones making.
Oh that in the sun, we should now be basking.
Call forth spring and summer, shun not this humble asking.
His graces though many, quiet, unseen,
The tiniest snowflakes, only eyes keen.
No two graces alike, each for you made.
The gentlest kiss, how modest the fade.
In the low that is winter’s tone,
Swirling winds, cut to the bone.
He who had fuelled the summer’s heat,
That brief moment, the cold defeats.