Springtime by
Ingrid S. Skibbe
Blossoms
red and pink and white
Once more
adorn our Trees,
Birds
engage in busy flight
Their
hungry young to feed.
Clouds
which covered hill and vale
Give way to
sunny skies.
All nature
glorious and new
Unfolds
before our eyes.
Children - by
Ingrid S. Skibbe
Children of
all nations wide
Gather
round, make haste.
Soon the
King of King returns.
There is no
time to waste.
Doubts that
covered heart and mind
Submit to
reason sway,
Truth and
love once more are found
In these
the Latter Days.
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