Faith is…Knowing the roses will bloom and the fig tree grow,
Warm sunshine will blanket the grass as I mow,
Squirrels will scurry to and fro,
While birds sing down to us below,
Trees will shade us with leaves of green,
Flowers will blossom scenting everything,
Breezes will rustle through the shades of spring,
Thankfulness felt for all the Lord’s blessings.
(Can you find the squirrel)?
1 comment:
Pretty roses! I just love squirrels! Did you write the pretty poem? ~Lori
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