Ruth Clemence

Upward with outstretched colour do tulips tend to rise,
Basking in the glory of the Son who made the skies. 
Bringing joy to those who glimpse their petals open wide,
Warmer days are coming, as the frosts have fled to hide. 

Lambs draw close to mother who stands grazing upon the field,
They bless their Maker with a bleat, new life they joyously wield.
For every lamb that is ever born reminds me of just One,
The Lamb of God, slain for us, Jesus, God’s own Son. 

The bluebells, snowdrops, daisies, proceed to sing and sway, 
Forget-me-nots not forgetting their Creator every day. 
For the birds all know the seasons, they know each passing year,
Our Father has appointed times for all creatures far and near. 

There is a time for everything under the arching sky,
A time to nest, a time to rest, to perch, to soar up high.
The highest calling comes from heaven, so pay attention to,
How spring reveals new life in Christ, the one who died for you. 

The old has gone, behold! The new is here to stay,
Be gone to sin, farewell to death, the night is scattered away.
The rays of light now ushered in, shine forth the truth that rings,
A melody in creation, praising our Saviour every spring!

“Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.” Revelation 4:11