In the blaze of Spring I lost my voice.
With so many glorious colors
how could a voice begin to paint
the glories of flower and tree?
How could the joy, the springing hope
in the heart from so much life
declare in words the longing
renewal brings to me?
The longing to join and be a part
with all that sings of life,
all that extols our God of surpassing Love,
that gives us eyes to see.
He gave us hearts that beat for Him,
that beat for child and brother;
that seldom doubt God’s wisdom or ask,
“To be or not to be?”
I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live