God's Enduring Grace

The boisterous storm of Winter

Move reluctantly to the past,

As the gentle breezes of Spring

Softly stir new grass.

Birds, that lately flew encumbered

Flit freely, tree to tree

Announcing Winter's over

In their most melodious key!

Soon the phenomena of nature

Will reveal a brighter face,

Proving again the matchlessness

Of God's enduring Grace.

Sara Hampton