Spring you come with sweet love to share,

With blossoms and with life's song,

With all this beauty you bring;

The days are filled with harmonies delight,

Not just the sweet nightingale�s song we hear,

But each foul sings deep into the night.

The dove still echoes through the willows

As it�s sadly sounds with its winters coo;

In the quietness when time stood still,

The foul will glide in the shadows of night,

And all the forest will ring with joy.

The rose shall dress in her redness,

As the trees bud with the quietness of leaves,

And the moon will release beams of light,

So the lilies in the field, their loveliness we see.

The funnel winds twirl in the dust,

As the gentle waters flow silently with ease,

And this burst of life unfolds before us.

The winds of time blows as winter leaves,

Now the foul sings as they build their nest,

In the forest the beast gladden their mates,

While the world waits for spring to appear,

And give its beauty without a fee.

The morning rises as the night hides her eyes,

And the warmth of the day shines so bright,

As the wet dew dries on the grass,

And the clouds bring the coolness of a rain.

Lovers lie in bed whispering secrets of the night,

And the heart beats with the joy of life,

For the soul can only endure the beauty it seeks.

If we fail to gather this beauty that was given,

Then I must ask, �was life truly worth living?�

Each day should be like the springtime,

That brings forth the beauty that God gave us,

For In a moment it will all be gone.

Epaphroditus March 30, 2002

There's never a sadder moment; there's never a lonlier day Than the day I have foolishly wandered In sin And have gone astray!

Yesterday seems to be priceless; today would have been pure gold But my treasures were stolen In darkness Now heartache and trouble I hold.

In haste - I exhalteth my folly; I increaseth my trouble and woe But worse Is - that others may stumble When they see that with "me" This is so

In a moment of judgment on others; I opened "my mouth" to my shame No truer verse hath been written Than That "member" no man can tame

Were it not for the promises written; In a Book that is blessed to me Tho the just seven times that He falleth Yet "his sins" there are on Calvary!