ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Howling, whistling, streaming through a patch of aging trees,
The wind surprises and upsets and strips them of their leaves,
One day a lush green canopy, another turned to gold,
Soon withered, dry and sapped of life,they tumble warn and old,
The signs of life are all but gone, the snow will be their clothing,
Days grow short, the sun subsides, still there’s no fear or loathing,
Beneath that cloak of white shall rise, new life again in spring,
Like we shall someday rise again when new life God does bring.
We all are swept by winds of time, our days are very short,
We live, we dream, we try, we fail, the problems we can’t sort,
We’re push and tossed and crushed at times it seems,
But in our every trial, the blood of Christ redeems,
Our sins have been forgiven, our life is guaranteed,
God promises us His Kingdom if only we believe.