I was walking through the woods one day. The trees were bare and the grass was brown. The world was silent as if life no longer abound. The wind refused to sing its song. Where had the insects and animals gone? As I tread along the sold ground. I saw something by my track. I saw sign of the times to come. It is God’s promise of days to arrive. Something is there to remind me of the renewal of life. It is the blessings of a loving God without strife. A small green shoot has burst from the ground. A new life I had found. A new life is God’s love abound. Amen forever.
Brian T. Reid Sr., Gray
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