There Is No Time Like Spring
-Harold F. Mohn

The beauty that God placed on earth
Is fairest in the spring,
When all the fields and trees turn green
And birds begin to sing.

It seems as though an artist took
A palette in his hand
And, with a few deft strokes, erased
The starkness of the land.

God gave us other seasons, too,
But none I think so fair,
As that of spring when all the earth
Is crowned with beauty rare.

Pastor Lynette