…hide me in the shadow of your wings as you hover over me. Psalm 17:8 TLB
Father—Creation that you’ve made!
Spring’s sweet buds, and Summer’s glade;
Pumpkin’s orange in Fall’s bright pallet,
Forest’s sleep ‘neath Winter’s mallet…
Your seasons teach me lessons stern;
Lessons that, I needs, must learn;
That all year ’round — these changes show,
I must change if I’m to grow!
Why do I fight it? Fists clenched tight…
Why resist with all my might?
…with each new season in my life,
Relentless Change’s pruning knife?
Cutting away the worn, with cost,
And though I weep at what I’ve lost;
Change will not yeild — but cutting still,
Bids me swallow this bitter-pill…
‘Tis not the death of Heaven’s dream…
‘Tis not The Father’s heartless scheme!
But Tender Wisdom from above,
Calling him Home…
Because — he’s Loved!
And so these tears — this Season’s end…
This bitter loss of Beloved Friend;
I will accept because I know,
Change must come…
And you must go…
But never forget, how we loved you so!
Lord, even when your path takes me through
the valley of deepest darkness,
fear will never conquer me, for you already have!
You remain close to me and lead me through it all the way.
Your authority is my strength and my peace.
The comfort of your love takes away my fear.
I’ll never be lonely, for you are near
Psalm 23: 4 TPT