As my branches grow weary and shed their leaves
do you wonder why I
don't more strongly to you cling?
When the snowdrifts of worry
pile up around me
Do you wish I would look
toward the Son and see...
Spring is coming soon
fresh and new?
You will help me grow,
stretch, blossom, and renew.
When my spirit falls
and winter settles in,
lift my eyes to your Son
until it is summer again!
Melissa B. King
October 13, 2013
