Seasons.

Treading on grass,

I feel the earth,

The rain has cooled,

The heat of the day,

Where we once stayed,

Talking in wind,

Leaves praising You,

And I remember that swing.

Treading on ice,

All of my life,

I have been through sickness,

Many times I cry,

For You to heal,

Each time You reveal,

A different facet,

Of Your grace.

Treading on air,

I've always cared,

Urging for answers,

To be destination-aware,

But You never show,

What only You to know,

And I could not see,

It was not for my knowledge yet,

But You promised me,

That You'd hold my hand;

And I learn to believe.

Threading in faith,

Perseverance and wisdom,

Humility was a pain,

So is discipline and patience,

Yet still You're knitting,

The colours of my coat,

Threading it in due time,

All things You have ordained,

And so that in the end,

I have nothing to boast.

Always with You,

My weaknesses are exposed,

Nevertheless,

It's You I love most.