Budding branches stir in the warming sun
on stark tough trees
fragile beauty along the streets
tenderness on the breeze
Springtime display of new birth
happens again every year
but we hurry by with jaded eyes
unaware of the miracles here
O God of more than I can understand
Designer of blossoms I see
forgive my careless ways
rebirth wonder and joy in me
You provided the Passover Lamb
the sacrifice for man
Life and death and resurrection
salvation's awesome plan
A miracle is what I need
uproot unbelief and fear
plant faith to grow and ever bloom
in purpose strong and clear
-by Elaine Hardt ©1991