Little spears of green
Pierce the lingering snow,
First flowers to be seen
I wonder how they know?
Who tells them Spring is near
That it's safe to venture forth,
Of Snow they have no fear,
Nor of cold winds from the North.
Tender drops of color
Brightening the barren land,
Formed by God's great power
Placed there by His hand.
Vivid purples, each unique,
And petals of pearly white,
Yellows with their sunny cheek
All fresh and pure and bright!
~ Faith
Pierce the lingering snow,
First flowers to be seen
I wonder how they know?
Who tells them Spring is near
That it's safe to venture forth,
Of Snow they have no fear,
Nor of cold winds from the North.
Tender drops of color
Brightening the barren land,
Formed by God's great power
Placed there by His hand.
Vivid purples, each unique,
And petals of pearly white,
Yellows with their sunny cheek
All fresh and pure and bright!
~ Faith
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