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 The winter snows and winter cold,
Are draining the life from me;
The dreary skies and the clouds,
Make the sun hard to see.
But just beyond the clouds,
The sun is shining bright;
Someday soon we'll feel its warmth,
And we will see its light.
The flowers are all sleeping,
The trees stand drab and bare;
Their limbs are reaching to heaven,
Sending God their prayer.
And just beyond the clouds,
God hears their mournful cry;
He hears us complaining, too,
He hears our tired sighs.
He will send us the spring,
With new life filled with cheer;
And we will dance for joy,
And be glad that we are here.
©Sandra S. Oidtman
2014
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