Seasons change like the hearts of man
Why we grow cold, no one understands
The trees are always reaching towards the sky
Looking at the sun, hoping not to die
Man looks to himself for his life
Looking within for strength and might
How wise are the trees and the birds of the air?
Depending on themselves they would not dare
Like a baseball being caught by a glove
Or the message of peace being shown by a dove
How can we fathom Gods love and mercy
Heaven could not contain Jesus, who came for the lost and thirsty!
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