Four Seasons Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

First snowfall this morning.
Ground covered in white.
Flowers have died.
Birds are in flight.

End cycle of life
Death turns into birth
Old becomes new
Renewing our earth

Seasons, like Jesus
Restoring the dead
The blood of the Lamb
And breaking of bread

My seasons, have changed.
I've lost my old ways
Pure white I now sit
From the One whom I praise

I Fall to my knees.
In winter I died.
In spring, I'm reborn.
Summer; alive.

He waits til our fall,
And then helps us rise.
His death for us all,
We see through His eyes.

He is my four seasons.
His will is my goal.
After my death,
He breathes life in my soul