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AFTER THE WINTER GOD SENDS THE SPRING |
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Springtime is a season Of hope and joy and cheer. There's beauty all around us To see and touch and hear. |
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So, no matter how downhearted And discouraged we may be, New hope is born when we behold Leaves budding on trees. |
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Or when we see a timid flower Push through the frozen sod And open wide in glad surprise Its petaled eyes to God. |
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For this is just God saying, "Lift up your eyes to Me, And the bleakness of your spirit. |
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Like the bussing springtime tree, Will lose its wintry darkness And your heavy heart will sing." For God never sends the winter Without the joy of spring. |
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~Helen Steiner Rice~ |
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