HE GIVES ME SPRING

He gives me life, He gives me love
the sun with each new morn,
its light brings His marvels into view
its rays keep us nice and warm.

Then the snows of winter start to melt
new life is coaxed from dormant things,
the very air itself is washed
it sets my heart and soul to sing.

The robin chirps so fervently
the sun upon his breast,
his heart it throbs so ardently
he does what he does best.

Spring thaw starts my inner rivers
surging joyfully through my veins,
I become intoxicated
and I know that my God reigns.

He gives me sights and wonders
so many glorious things,
but most of all, I thank You God
for life, for love, for Spring.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 30, 1993