"Geese"

I love the sound that comes around,

When geese rise on the wing,

The trumpet call, the rise and fall,

I love to hear them sing.

But why I wonder when they fly,

They make this happy song,

To let us know away they go,

And who knows for how long.

The soaring vee, look up and see,

Sometimes so high and fast,

I find their flight in waning light,

Before long shadows cast.

Off the Brazos in its bend,

They’re everywhere it seems,

And then long gone their pattern drawn,

In other distant streams.

The seasons turn and nature’s signs,

Are there if you discern,

The fall comes near and soon it’s here,

As all of us may learn.

Creation’s God and unseen hand,

Directs it all, you see,

And strong the glow, the seasons go,

Shown in migration’s vee.

To me it seems they praise the Lord,

As His hand gives them leave,

And from the heart, as they depart,

Their witness I believe.

“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven…” (Ecclesiastes 3:1, NLT)

The Lord had set the seasons in place not only to mark the passing of time but also for His involvement with humankind. The Lord moves in seasons and when we evaluate and appraise our lives with discernment we can see God’s hand at work. The amazing truth is that in every season the Lord is faithful. He has placed eternity in our hearts and that’s something to celebrate.

Lord, help us celebrate Your work in every season, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Mark Maggiori, used by permission. Thanks, Mark, and God bless you.