'First Fruits Of Spring' Poem by Linda Winchell

The first fruits of Spring
brings a joy to all mankind.
And the greening of the grasses below
And in trees of everykind.

The air is filled with its sweetness blend
It is perfume to ones nose.
Rising sun of each Spring moring breaks
more than just another day to unfold.

For one day is unlike any other
It is in the rememberance of our Jesus and King.
For on Easter morn this man did rise
giving hope to mankind, of a newer life He'd bring.

Just as in the Spring of flowers bloom
reappearing with fragance and color abound.
We too can find a new life in Christ
From the pain of sin that we were bound.

It is said, 'We reap what it is we sow'
For that was never truer said.
But this man named, 'Jesus' gave us life with Him
As His Father raised His body from the dead.

So if your fruits only wither and die
With each dawning of the day.
Go to Jesus and ask His forgiveness
For that is all one ever needs to say.