Thought for the Day 4/16/2007

Our days are like the grass; like flowers of the field we blossom.
Psalm 102:15

Blossoms
by: Edna Massimilla

I watched the blossoms of the tree
In colorful array
And swaying with a gentle breeze
They seemed to softly say...

"Each blossom that our God hath made
Does beautify the land
And every lovely pastel shade
is painted by His hand."

I love to watch them on that day,
But knew that suddenly
At season's end they'd fade away.
But saddened I'd not be

For blossoms shed - they come and go,
And others then appear.
New peace, new life, God does bestow
Each season of the year.