The Message

Water droplets on the trees,
I observe them as they start to freeze.

As winter cometh once again,
To my once leafy covered little shady glen.

I look down upon the running brook,
It is still free yet slower now it looks.

And as the seasons come and go,
Each one my Lords hand it doth show.

As I in old age now study those things,
A youth leaves in favor of what life brings.

And though many times I have seen it freeze,
Tonight like frozen fingers rose to heaven are the trees.

Bony fingers raised in pain,
As the earth cries to the sun please come again.

False god that cannot answer,
Yet man and earth worship it just the same.

And in the season of His bidding,
Spring will enter once again.

To glorify with simple majesty,
That resurrection can be seen again.

And Jesus Christ He promised us,
That He will come once again.

So as you sit alone,
By the hearth you call home.

Or with your loved ones gathered round,
Happy is the melody of that sound.

Outside your window are still the trees,
And to God in summer they will breathe.

With canopy of rich green,
The message of life you may have not seen.