Are you ready for Spring?

You are the reason the flowers grow.
God made their colors and fragrance for you.

You are the reason the sun shines.
God made the light and warmth for you.

You are the reason the misty rain falls.
God freshens the air for you to breathe.

You are the reason the birds sing and fly near your window.
God gave them a song for you. They deliver it where ever you are.

You are the reason the fish fill the oceans.
God gave them for you for food and to enjoy.

You are the reason animals walk the land.
God gave them to you for company, help, clothing, and food.

You are the reason other people live where you go.
God made each one special, like you, to help each other.

You are the reason God sent His Son Jesus.
God sent Jesus to demonstrate God's expectations.

You are the reason Jesus died on the cross.
God loves you so very much, that He sent His one and only Son for you, to take the punishment for your sins. And if you believe in what Jesus did, and desire to follow His ways, you will have eternal life.

He loved you enough to step into your world . . . to experience what you feel . . . and to give you a way of escape.

May this week preceding Easter help you to see how very much God loves you.

Are you ready for Spring?

Comments

Janice said…

Beautiful poem, Mary. It is about bedtime (past time for it really) so this is a nice thought for this evening. God is so good the way He packages His love for us each day in all these wrappings that you mentioned. Blessings, Janice

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Mary Vee Storyteller said…

Thank you, Janice.
Happy Easter to you:)

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