The God Of Four Seasons - Poem by Evelyn Clayborn
Winter is like unto us when we do not know
Jesus Christ as our Saviour. Our hearts are very cold.
Spring is like unto beginnings of new life.
When everything begins to grow.
It's just the same as when we come to Jesus, our Lord and Saviour.
It is a new beginning and a growing experience.
Summer is like unto when everything is in full bloom.
If we who are Christians will stay in God's Word.
Our life to God becomes a blooming witness, leading the lost to Jesus.
Autumn is like unto changes.
Just like the leaves changes to all different beautiful colors,
We who have trusted and believed in His word shall also be changed.
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