Song of the Seasons

"Heaven must be a wonderful place," said the child, "because even the wrong side is so pretty." Anyone who has ever counted stars on a clear country night; or seen a brilliant rainbow, sunrise, or sunset; or drunk in a cloudless day of just the right temperature (especially at the end of a sweltering summer or frigid winter), would agree.

Since Advent began yesterday, today's poem is in the style of a traditional Christmas carol. Therefore, it starts the four seasons with winter and a snow-filled sky. Now, I'm well aware that the holidays don't mean snow for everyone. As a Houstonian, I can even after living thirty-eight Christmases count the white ones I have seen and have fingers left over; but so what? Bible scholars agree that it probably wasn't snowing, or even winter, on the night Jesus was actually born either. Yet, taken as a metaphor, a snow-covered landscape seems such a fitting backdrop for the Christmas story: stark, bare, virtually lifeless, yet strangely pure and beautiful--inviting and forbidding at the same time. What better setting for the coming of the One Who takes cold, lifeless hearts and makes them fresh and pristine?

The winter sky shines silver when the snow starts to fall,
And God sent forth a Savior to die for us all.

And God sent forth a Savior to show us His love,
Who still pours forth His blessing from the sky up above.

The springtime sky shines bluer than the waves of the sea,
And God sent forth a Savior to set us all free.

And God sent forth a Savior to show us His love,
Who still pours forth His blessing from the sky up above.

The summer sky shines golden at the dawning of day,
And God sent forth a Savior to show us the Way.

And God sent forth a Savior to show us His love,
Who still pours forth His blessing from the sky up above.

The autumn sky shines crimson when the sun starts to set,
And God gave us His Scriptures that we might not forget.

And God sent forth a Savior to show us His love,
Who still pours forth His blessing from the sky up above.