Through the Seasons (revised)

A winter breeze
blows true and strong
It blows on the path
which it belongs
It leads the wise men
from the east
To see our little
newborn king.

As spring arises
from its sleep
The crowds will come
and some will weep
For God's young son
we've got to meet,
He'll rise to share
the love of God.

And as the heat
of summer beats
On our own feet
we still keep
the love of God,
father and son
as well as Spirit
three in one.

The harvest comes
once fall draws near
and all will come
to dry your tears
For God's love
did provide
what was needed
to survive.

All through the season
we all live
and answer by
God's ture word
And when He asks
what more to give
we tell him
to love and live.