I feel the warmth of His Heart in the summer time.

His life was our ultimate gift divine.

I see His beauty when I look at the fall.

All our Father created, He sure must miss it all.

Spring is filled with newness, which is His

master plan.  A sight to behold with each

little creature that was created by His Hand.

Winter is when I feel Him most of all, the cold,

harsh treatment He got, yet He still stood tall.

Seasonably Jesus should be in your heart.

His love is seasonal, and you've had it from the start.

by Minta E. Clore   1/21/99