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@ Asabe Odiaua
2024-12-01 17:09:44
In the quiet of the morning light,
God whispers soft, both pure and bright.
He paints the skies with hues so wide,
And in each season, He will guide.
Spring blooms with a gentle grace,
Life awakens in its embrace.
New beginnings, a tender song,
Where dreams are born and hearts belong.
Summer’s warmth and endless days,
In God’s love, the heart finds ways.
To grow, to stretch, to seek, to strive,
In golden rays, we feel alive.
Autumn’s breeze, so crisp and clear,
Whispers of change, a time to hear.
In every leaf, in every fall,
God’s hand is near, embracing all.
Winter’s chill, the quiet night,
A time for rest, for peace, for light.
In barren trees, we still can see
The hope that comes from God’s decree.
Each season moves with steady grace,
A cycle in this sacred place.
From God’s own heart, life’s dance unfolds,
In every change, His love upholds.