Even into the winter’s chill,
When snow capped every limb,Still they had much left they could give
For they were born in Him.
They still could feed the singing birds
Who scratched within the snow,
For even their old, withered fruit
Would help the young birds grow.
They still could offer a safe place
For weary birds to rest,
Within the season when they’re caught
Without a feathered nest.
There was so much those winter trees
Could still offer the world
And they offered it joyfully
With loving boughs unfurled,
For they lived their life everyday
With God’s love as their guide,
And, spent or fresh, they shared their gifts
With heart and arms spread wide.
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