The Lord's paintbrush has been busy,
The Iris bloom in His glorious hues;
Red roses are opening their buds,,
These are some of His beautifu clues.

He tells us that He truly loves us,
That He will forgive us once again;
He paints the world in amazing color,
To emphasize He is our friend.

The snows have melted as His warm breath blows,
Winter has left us and is no more:
And the green grass demands to be mowed,
As we venture outdoors, our bodies are sore.

The Lord gives us rain to help it all grow,
He gives us sun to warm the soil;
He gives us birds of every color and hue,
He gives them songs to sing while they toil.

The goodness of our God is seen everywhere,
He's there to see in all His glory;
We just have to look around,
And listen for the songs and story.

Spring has definitely arrived,
God has brought forth new life;
The joy we feel this time of the year,
Melts away all of winter's strife and fear.

Praises to God who creates such beauty,
The mighty One who loves us so;
Glory to God for mercy and compassion,
He's the One I want to know.



Sandra S. Oidtman - 2019