Shhhh, do you hear it coming?
There, beneath the snow,The first new buds of spring time
Are anxious to grow.
Listen to them whispering
In their joy filled dream.
They know winter’s end is nigh,
Spring’s bursting its seam.
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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