SEASONS IN THE SON

SEASONS IN THE SON

Each person enters into life,

Like flowers in the spring,

Maturing and growing in stature,

Through all the storms life brings.

The fruits of the Spirit are then produced,

And on The Vine we flourish,

When we spend summers in the Son,

Our souls He will then nourish.

Life begins to ebb,

In the season we call “fall.”

For death is drawing near,

“Come home” we hear Christ call.

Winter is the time of death,

When the body can take a rest.

Some think this season is the worst;

For others, it’s the best.

Though we return into the ground,

New life will then begin;

For every life lived in the Son,

Spring will come again.

Becky Wall