Last Call

Winter time is over And Spring sprouts here and there Yet outside my frosty window Fat snowflakes fill the air.

I wonder if they're stragglers Aghast that winter's 'ore Who have taken things in hand To dance a little more.

I hate to contemplate their fate When the sun comes out again All stragglers disappear and Will surely meet their end.

But 'Truth' endures forever And fat snow always melts in Spring To gurgle down a canyon tall And help Spring's children sing!

His silence now a thing of the past Snow happily uses His voice To help the Master's  children Make their changing choice.

 

 

 

 

 

Enter Summer

Welcome the Morning