Poetry

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To God of All Seasons
by: Gloria Tiquia

The rays of sun whisper "goodbye"
To Winter's early morning dawn,
Green grass of hope, signals new birth,
Spring is coming, what a relief!

Seasons change, but life goes on..
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
We breath and sigh, we laugh and cry
Our life's sculptured by Master's Hands.

Day by day, I seek Your face
My Lord, I'm nothing without Your help
Mold me, change me, for Your Kingdom
Guide my steps, lest I fall.

Heal me O Lord, of "I" disease,
That blurred my vision of Heaven's bliss
Teach me Your ways step by step
In Your arms Lord, is joy and peace.

Oh awesome God, I praise Your name
Abba, Father, my glorious King
Seasons may come, seasons may go
But Your love stays so pure and true.

To God of all seasons, this is for you.

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