Seasons

Stirring oats
spices on the stove
sit with me, Father, Son, Holy Ghost

A cup of tea
admiring autumn leaves
I worship thee, sweet Trinity

I breathe in contentment
Father, Son, Spirit
Rest with me this very minute

Selah.

Winter comes
The old farmer fades

Father, speak to him through me I pray
Christ, reach him through suffering, death’s faithful companion
Spirit, comfort him through loving nurse hands

I breathe out grief
Father, Son, Spirit
Rest with him in the grave

Selah.

Temperatures rise
The ground speaks of Spring
Birth something new in me, I smile and sing

The trails entice me
To run and think
Come away with me, I hear you say

I breathe in possibilities
Father, Son, Spirit
Rest with me along the way

Selah.

What Summer holds
Is still unknown

Father, may I walk with you each step of every day
Christ, redeem as I reach out to touch others along the way
Spirit, speak your mysteries through the words I say

I breathe in trust
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Rest with me in vibrant, green meadows

Selah.