Daffodils

THE DAFFODILS

The snow and the hail
Were drifting in the dale
As the daffodils lifted their heads
Beneath the sycamore trees
In the strong blowing breeze
They swayed in their springtime beds

Arrayed they stood
Beneath the branches of the wood
The snow melting away from their feet
In the sun of early spring
Birds were heard to sing
As the warm air turned away the cold in defeat

Warm days now would come
When bees they would hum
And joy would fill the heart of the lamb
And for my eyes to see
And ears to listen for me
Makes me realise how blessed I am

To walk God’s earth
To be given new birth
To have joy like the lamb of the spring
The golden yellow of the daffodils
Mirrors the gold of God’s love that fills
My heart; and makes me want to sing

To thank God for His Son
For all He has done
Who died on the wood of the tree
To pull me from the pit He reached down
And some day a golden crown
Like the daffodil will be waiting for me

Colin Moffett

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