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 waiver in the cold,
The signs of life are all but gone, the snow will soon be here,
The days grow short, the sun subsides, but still we do not fear ,
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 pushed 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.