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Snow covers the ground,
The air is bitterly cold;
Is it spring yet?
The winter quickly gets old.
We are confined to the house,
Friends don't want to get out;
So we spend our time with Jesus,
Of course, He hears us shout.
Is it spring yet?
I long to see the flowers bloom;
The wet and the falling snow,
Tend to bring with it gloom.
The trees raise their arms to God,
I always think they want their dress;
Flowers are asleep under the earth,
They cry, "Is it spring yet?" I guess.
Winter may be long and cold,
But God will send us spring;
When the time is His will,
We will hear the birds sing.
Praise the Lord and thank Him,
He gives different seasons to enjoy;
He loves us so very much,
Spring will come for every girl and boy.
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