A momentary memory,
A little taste of springTo fill a dreary winter day
With the joy spring can bring.
I needed a small spirit lift
And they seemed just the thing
To hold my heart over until
The first warm breath of spring.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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