Spring! Tight buds unfolding from winter’s frosty hand
Turning to the sun’s warm glowing,
Touched by its magic wand.
The hope of buds and leaves tightly wrapped
With promise of trailing green,
Bright pink and white and yellow light
All waiting there serene.
Spring, resurrection time again!
My heart was like that bud,
When God drew me with warming glow
To turn to Him.
He bid me open up my heart,
And hope was born within.
See how the promise of His love
Is bringing forth, through Him!