In winter, when the trees are bare,
Their leaves a memory,I love the little touch of joy
That you can bring to me.
A flash of blue against the grey,
I feel a smile begin.
And, for that moment of sweet joy.
I thank God, once again.
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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