In God's kaleidoscope of hope, lies the majesty of his gifts
Which comes four times each year, in the creation of the seasons?
For in the vastness of his domain, contains the reason for each change
As he paints with golden hues, across the canvas of the sky
Spring brings new beginning, to fill the earth with joy
Just look at the birds as they nestle within, the confines of the trees
While summer carries the heat, to give foliage that brings the shade
You will see this as the sun, tracks across the painted plains
Then comes fall to cool and slowdown, the growth encountered
Which readies us for what is to come, as the sun begins its tilt?
Lastly comes the winter, which impedes our growing pains
The leaves begin to fall, the birds in flights are gone
This is just my feelings, for the reasons of the seasons
I thought to share the impressions, imprinted within my heart
But the one who really knows, the majesty of these gifts
Is our God so high above, the creator of all that is known?
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
August 7, 2007
Which comes four times each year, in the creation of the seasons?
For in the vastness of his domain, contains the reason for each change
As he paints with golden hues, across the canvas of the sky
Spring brings new beginning, to fill the earth with joy
Just look at the birds as they nestle within, the confines of the trees
While summer carries the heat, to give foliage that brings the shade
You will see this as the sun, tracks across the painted plains
Then comes fall to cool and slowdown, the growth encountered
Which readies us for what is to come, as the sun begins its tilt?
Lastly comes the winter, which impedes our growing pains
The leaves begin to fall, the birds in flights are gone
This is just my feelings, for the reasons of the seasons
I thought to share the impressions, imprinted within my heart
But the one who really knows, the majesty of these gifts
Is our God so high above, the creator of all that is known?
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
August 7, 2007
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