I
sit
by
quietly,
As
plants
start
to
grow;
With
their
slow
coming,
Spring's
on
the
way
I
know.
The
grass
is
quietly
greening,
Some
buds
are
seen
on
trees;
Winter
doesn't
want
me
to
know,
But
signs
of
spring
I
can
see.
The
glory
of
God
shines
forth,
As
flowers
climb
in
their
place;
Rebirth
of
the
land
is
slow,
It
can't
come
at
the
pace
of
a
race.
Anxiously
I
await,
The
full
dress
of
spring;
When
the
air
is
so
warm,
And
the
birds
joyously
sing.
The
Lord
whispers
in
my
ear,
As
I
quietly
watch
spring
grow;
He
tells
of
His
love
and
grace,
And
His
salvation
I
will
know.
In
the
spring
of
the
year,
He
showed
His
love
for
us;
He
wore
a
crown
of
thorns,
He
died
with
no
fuss.
Three
days
we
quietly
waited,
Before
His
glory
shone,
Our
salvation
was
complete,
For
God
rolled
away
the
stone.
So
always
have
hope
in
God,
Quietly
await
the
spring;
For
with
it
comes
new
life,
And
all
the
joy
that
it
brings.
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