Spring Snow

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

I’ll choose joy, though it doesn’t feel like spring.
There’s snow upon the ground, but birds still sing;
For somehow in their hearts, they seem to know
That spring’s still there, beneath the fallen snow.
 
No, I can’t always go by what I feel.
Sometimes I’ve got to trust that what is real
Goes far beyond what I might touch or see;
That truth is not diminished one degree
By whether senses say that it is so.
Yes, it’s still spring, regardless of the snow.
 
And some days it is hard to feel God’s love.
He’s promised me His blessings from above,
And that He’ll work out all things for my good.
He wants for me to trust Him; and I should.
But on those days of struggling through the pain,
It’s hard to feel the love fall with the rain.
 
That’s when my hope and faith must rest upon
A love that’s proven faithful, all along;
A love that runs so deep I somehow know
That God says He loves me, and it is so.
 
 
“Now faith is the reality of what is hoped for,
the proof of what is not seen.”
Hebrews 11:1 HCSB
 
©Lisa DeVinney, April 2014
 

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