You're My Springtime

a poem by Kristine J. Trudeau, USA

Of all the seasons, it is clear
It's Springtime, I hold most dear.
I like the Winter snow and all,
And the colors in the fall,
But the season that makes me sing,
Is the Spring.

It's Springtime that You are to me,
New life, bright colors, joy and peace.
You're all the beauty that I see,
The breeze that rustles brand new leaves.
You're the grass as it turns green.
You're my Springtime.

Springtime, is what You are to me,
Your Glory bejewels every street.
I can't but worship Your Majesty,
When Your Holy Spirit speaks to me,
Of Your Resurrection Power to be,
In Heaven with my Springtime.

Jesus, You're my Springtime.
You're the newness in my veins,
You're the flowers, You're the rain.
You're the warm earth,
You're the New Birth,
You're everything - You're my Springtime.

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