Born in the early days of Spring,
It woke to hear a robin sing;
And lifting up its eyes did sign,
To see a rainbow in the sky.
Through all of life's trials - that come and go,
Its roots go down deep - of this we know;
And, like our love, it shall not die,
But bloom forever beneath God's sky.
(This is the poem our LORD brought back to my mind: and then, He started me into writing poetry again. I wrote it when I first met my future husband - age 15-1/2. And, received a triple "A" mark for it, in High School.)
© November 15, 1954
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