When the grip of winter yields
And the days of spring abide,
Rebirth will color fields;
As life on earth revives.
When springtime finally comes
And winter’s run its course,
Rebirth is in the sun,
When it rises in it’s force.
For some the winters will endure,
They linger on as one December.
Their faith becomes unsure
And a ‘hope’ they can’t remember.
Know the love of God will rise
And spring in you will bloom.
God will not despise
What He planted in the tomb.
For He gave a living seed,
And His blood He cast abroad.
Shed for all to intercede;
And to light the way to God.
John 12:24 “I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” NIV
