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                                                Now Comes The Spring 
                                                 
                                                I peeked outside my door today 
                                                and saw some children hard at
                                                play. 
                                                I didn't know that Spring had
                                                come; 
                                                so long I'd been inside my home. 
                                                 
                                                The Winter chill had got me
                                                down, 
                                                and for some time I'd worn a
                                                frown. 
                                                But when I saw the kids at play, 
                                                it seemed my frown just slipped
                                                away. 
                                                 
                                                When stepping on my porch I felt 
                                                that soon all Winter blues would
                                                melt. 
                                                Across the street I saw a child 
                                                picking flowers that were wild. 
                                                 
                                                They were just growing by the
                                                street, 
                                                and as she picked, her smile was
                                                sweet. 
                                                It touched my heart and all I
                                                thought 
                                                was what great wonders God
                                                has wrought! 
                                                 
                                                When you feel lonely, when you
                                                feel blue 
                                                by Winter's breath that rushes
                                                through, 
                                                always remember, when you can't
                                                sing, 
                                                in time The Lord will send the
                                                Spring. 
                                                 
                                                Copyright © 2018 Ruth Gillis 
                                                
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