| Spring Time For Me |
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Deep within the ground, The seeds of spring now slumber. Trees, bushes, grass and flower They are; Only God can number. Awaiting the call of heaven, Springtime come forth and bloom, again. Awake to the warming sun and Drink, to your fill, the soft rain. Stretch forth your greenery. Carpet the earth anew. Arise your flowering buds Of every color, tint, and hue. Thus, you fulfill the Father's plan. 'Til time has end, this will you do. Springtime and Harvest will be; My promise I send, now, unto you ... Just as the crucified Jesus, crushed with sin, Was laid with in the earth; His grave. But, the dark, earthly, prison could not hold Him. Springtime brought Him forth - for us to save ... As the thunder and lightening, on Friday, Was the winter of His Spirit. Twas the signal from heaven, that God's Son Had taken our sin and willingly bore it. He took the seed of all our sin and With Him, into the grave, was buried. He took the cover of sin from us, Renewing our souls, into the earth He carried. His death was the sowing of precious seed To await, in the earth, a refreshing rain; Then, the warming of His resurrection that I might bloom, with out blemish of sin or stain. He is the promise of all springtime, To wipe away the winter of our sin. He came forth, out of the grave, That we might be whole in Him. We must become dead to self and sin, And bury it beneath the cross, each day, That we might harvest, in all Godliness, As we walk with Him along the way. To bloom where we are planted, Let our roots find the richness of Christ Jesus That we might blossom in His love and That all will know that He lives within us. Prayer Call my life unto yourself, Lord. Plant, with in my heart, the seeds of love That I might reap and harvest some souls 'Til time calls me home above. |
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