
Image: George Mendoza
Good morning, good God!
I remember last fall, Lord, and
imagining you,
under night's dark cover,
painting the trees in autumn hues...
painting the trees in autumn hues...
I pictured you with brush in hand,
carefully coloring the leaves,
carefully coloring the leaves,
one by one,
'til all the trees blazed
'til all the trees blazed
in purple, red and gold:
a season's last hurrah...
And now you're here for spring, Lord,
coaxing every shade of green
coaxing every shade of green
to bud on every bush and tree,
in every yard and field:
a new hurrah - an alleluia,
a new hurrah - an alleluia,
life refreshed, renewed, restored,
reborn...
So while you're here, Lord,
come, I pray:
come, I pray:
cajole a springtime in my heart,
a graceful budding in my soul,
a graceful budding in my soul,
a greening of what's dry and dusty,
thirsty deep within...
Let new growth spring to life in me,
to burst old winter's hold
and burgeon now
with promise unrevealed
but waiting even now to blossom,
once its time has come...
once its time has come...
I offer you my heart, Lord,
good God of Monday mornings:
I want, I need, I pray for
a springtime in my soul...
Amen.

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