Soon the little crocus flowers
Will poke up through the snow,
In anticipation smiling.
They just seem to know...
That spring is not so far behind.
A bright new season's coming.
When spring's promise starts to sing
All nature will be strumming.
Bursting forth in color and hue,
Painted there with loving flair,
All creation joins in chorus,
Expressing God's love everywhere.
Little crocus in the snow,
You surely are an early sign
To tell us God will once again
Paint spring with glorious new design.
"O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens."
Psalm 8:1 KJV
© 2007 Arlene Schwartzkopf