All nature heeds the call of spring as God awakens everything, And all that seemed so dead and still experiences a sudden thrill As springtime lays a magic hand across God's vast and fertile land. Oh, the joy in standing by to watch a sapphire springtime sky Or see a fragile flower break through what just a day ago or two Seemed barren ground still hard with frost, for in God's world, no life is lost, And flowers sleep beneath the ground, but when they hear spring's waking sound, They push themselves through layers of clay to reach the sunlight of God's day. And man and woman, like flowers, too, must sleep until called from the darkened deep To live in that place where angels sing and where there is eternal spring.
God wants us to reap a great spiritual crop from the seeds of suffering and sorrow. Remember, God never makes mistakes and He never plows where He does not intend to sow seeds...and when He sows spiritual seeds, there is always a crop to fill the storehouse of the soul to overflowing.
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