The season’s drifting to its end,
As seasons always do,But I find I am hesitant
To bid this one adieu.
The summers pass more quickly now
And autumns hurry through,
Though winter seems to linger on
Longer than it needs to.
The spring is bright, the summer warm,
Dappled with gentle dew,
But, as autumn gives way to snow,
Earth seeks peace to renew.
And I am feeling that need, Lord,
My seasons pass on, too,
But I am grateful, as I age,
That I’m renewed in You.
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