Seasons For Everything Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I scarce recall before my prime
For wisdom failed to show
Sparing no thought of God or time
Amidst the novel flow

Spring was here and nothing more
Youth could never end
Seldom was thought behind the door
Beyond the future bend

The days grew warm when summer came
When love was in the air
When first I felt the tweak of shame
That others shouldn’t share

I heard of God but gave no mind
The devil owned my soul
Content was I selfish and blind
Out on a summer strole

Then came a time of pain and doubt
As loved ones passed away
Was this! I thought life‘s all about?
Death has the final say!

I sought for truth I sought for love
I sought the depths within
I found it’s only found above
When backs are turned to sin

Marvellous though is second birth
When mountain snows appear
When autumn leaves caress the earth
And Jesus Spirit’s here

Even winter when ice takes hold
When all is crisp and white
I’m standing tall I’m standing bold
Wrapped in Salvation’s Light