Sweet springtime zephyrs blow across the lawn,
And swaying grass and meadow flowers bloom;
Spring brings to life the earth as fresh as dawn,
And winter’s chill is gone as its cold gloom.
The garden comes to life and flowers wake,
And soon the Lilac blooms shall fill the air;
The roses too, their scented buds breath take,
And linger on the garden breeze so fair.
O let this springtime weave its spell on me,
As God’s creation, His own craftsmanship;
Let mine eyes, Lord, imbibe, this beauty see,
And fill my heart with love for draftsmanship.
To paint the seasons as they come and part,
Their beauty remains ingrained on my heart.
And swaying grass and meadow flowers bloom;
Spring brings to life the earth as fresh as dawn,
And winter’s chill is gone as its cold gloom.
The garden comes to life and flowers wake,
And soon the Lilac blooms shall fill the air;
The roses too, their scented buds breath take,
And linger on the garden breeze so fair.
O let this springtime weave its spell on me,
As God’s creation, His own craftsmanship;
Let mine eyes, Lord, imbibe, this beauty see,
And fill my heart with love for draftsmanship.
To paint the seasons as they come and part,
Their beauty remains ingrained on my heart.
~Timothy~
© Timothy 11 April, 2015
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