New Life





Leaves are budding on the tree,

Signs that spring began,



And yet I sit and wonder

About the heart of man.



We tend to see no budding

Shoots of brightening green,



I still believe deep inside

The budding can be seen.



If we walk and celebrate

New life everyday,



If we take a moment

To kneel our heart and pray.



If we take a moment

To send up silent praise,



If we take a moment

Our hearts arms we raise.



Then we see the budding

In the hearts of man,



Then we see that new life

Has already began.


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