I saw it snowing dogwood blossoms out my window pane,
And the falling of such beauty filled my heart with pain.
But I know that passing beauty comes to all, to you and me,
By Father Time a’passin’ through from mountain top to sea.
Yet after blossoms, comes the green of purest color, bright-
It takes my breath away to see such a wondrous sight.
Father Time may come our way and change the way we look,
But nothing changes growing faith that roars like a rain filled brook.
So blossoms come and blossoms go, and yet the tree remains,
For leaves and berries and barren limbs continue to sustain.
As we our youth, so fleetingly see fade away with age,
If faith we have, then faith will grow stronger with passing days.
And on the t’other side we’ll meet come that morning fair,
White robes, light shining, angels voices filling up the air.
He Himself will greet us with song and voice strong,
And dogwood blossoms will join the joyous growing throng.
Sing hallelujah loud and clear for flowers fill the air!
Holy Spirit grows the flowers with nary room to spare.
Praise God! The Father, Spirit, Son! Let our voices ring throughout!
Sweet spring forever in our hearts no room for winter’s doubt.
-KATHI HILL