He
Comes In Winter
by
Susan
Lenzkes
He could have come in
springtime
when
flowers force their way
through
sod and
bleating
hope is born.
He could have been spring’s Lamb!
He could have come in
summer
when
sun streams down
to warm
that hope and
breezes
cool the doubts.
Ho, summer’s Brightest Son!
He could have come in
autumn
when
hope flames forth
with
blazing joy and
crimson
paints the earth.
Behold, He’s autumn’s Glory!
But He comes in
winter
when
hope lies frozen
in the
night and
blizzards
rake our souls.
He comes, our Living Hope!
~~ Shared by Faith Himes Lamb
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