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 life are then produced,
And on The Vine we flourish,
When we spend summer in the Son;
He will our souls 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 life can take a rest.
Some think this season is the worst;
For others, it’s the best.
Though life is placed into the ground,
New life will then begin.
For every life lived in the Son,
Spring will come again.
Becky Wall
