The sun yawns, lazily rises over the horizon.
Tree branches bare only two weeks ago,
stretch upward, tiny green buds dappling the sunlight.
God comes to us this way:
quiet in His power and Glory
shining rays of golden goodness and mercy on us.
Little by little, we wake and stretch upward towards blue skies,
plant our feet, toes curling into God’s good green earth;
Our budding love and trust for Him, grounding us
In His everlasting love.



Linda Rogers,

Women's Ministry Committee