Seasons of Grace - Re-posted

How hard and cold the winter world,

Sheathed in its robes of ice,
The trees line up on rocky slopes
In rows, cold and precise.
 
And yet beneath the winter’s cold,
Just one warm breath away,
Are joyful blossoms of the spring
Waiting for a new day.
 
Thus are there seasons in each life
Where joy’s trapped out of sight,
But with the breath of God’s sweet grace
It bursts forth in delight.
 
So do not fear the winter’s cold,
For seasons come and go.
Remember that the Grace of God,
Can thaw the coldest snow
And bring forth blossoms born of joy
Which flourish as they grow.