Faith and Faithfulness

They blossom in the summer sun

And through autumn’s first sting.
They brighten up the drabbest day
With all the joy they bring.
They draw from deep within the earth
The strength from which they spring.
 
Yet brief is their time on this earth,
Their end draws quickly near.
How can they still bob joyously,
Have they no sense of fear?
Or is it that they’re confident
That they’ll be back next year.
                                 
From whence comes strength to face the end
With all the joy they show?
How can they peer so cheerily
At the impending snow
Knowing full well that frozen boughs
Can’t bear blooms that will grow?
 
Could it be a belief in more,
A force beyond their own,
A power born not of the soil
In which their seeds were sown?
Could it be the rich soil of faith
In which those blooms have grown?
 
Psalm 100:5  
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.