"New Life"

By: Crystal Lynett Yarbrough

February 22, 2005

I have sat and listened

To the birds chirp-

Even throughout the night.

Whistling their tunes

On the gaiety of new life.

The sweet, soft innocence

Announcing an end

To the howl and bite

Of the face-chapping winds.

I have sat and admired

The beauty of Earth's green carpet.

No longer brown and dead

From the nightly visits of Jack Frost.

New life buds on the branches

Of bear trees-

Pronouncing the need for shade

From the inevitable brightness and warmth

Of a spring sun.

I have sat and observed

The beauty of our beloved home

As it brings forth new life

From year to year.

God's wonders never cease

To wow my imagination

And impress my senses.

Hope floods my soul for this old world

Each time it begins "to make all things new."

From Steven Curtis Chapman's song "All Things New."

CLY 02-22-05