Of all the things
In all the world
There is nothing
That makes me think of
Or reminds me more of you
Than spring
You take what is seemingly dead
Seemingly done & dusted
You not only restore if
You improve it
Year after year, you change it
You make all things new
How do you do it?
Well, I suppose experience helps
You were seemingly dead
You were seemingly done & dusted
Until that glorious day when eternal spring
Conquered the grave
Thank you Jesus
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