Spring is near, for I hear, birds with cheer, chirping, "Spring is near". Daffodils and Hyacinths lie beneath the mounds of snow, to us it makes no sense, but they are beginning to grow. The buds of trees will soon emerge, as blossoms begin to surge, to begin a rite of spring, flowering fragrances with beauty brings. Yes, its cold now, the snow from plows all in mounds, but soon, yes very soon, spring sights and sounds, will abound.
Lord, like spring, you are coming. Come quickly, Lord Jesus.