God speaks to me in springtime When the earth is wet with dew In the meadows and the prairies As the grass comes poking through. In the budding of a flower On a bright and wondrous day In the middle of a thunderstorm As trees begin to sway. God speaks to me in summer When the sun is at its peak In the marshes and the lowlands As the frogs begin to creak. In the chirping of a sparrow On a calm and sultry morn In the middle of a twilight sky As day is being born. God speaks to me in autumn When the earth is turning brown In the valleys and woodlands As the leaves come tumbling down. In the beauty that surrounds us On a vast and rolling plain In the middle of a harvest day As barns are filled with grain. God speaks to me in winter When the frost is on the ground In the forests and the mountains As the flakes come swirling round. In the presence of a full moon On a cold and stormy night In the middle of a country lane When stars are shining bright. God speaks to me in seasons When a child is being born In the middle of a wedding As the vows are being sworn. In the valley of the shadows On a deathbed, I will flee In the open arms of angels As Jesus waits for me. © 2001 Marilyn Ferguson Please email Marilyn to request permission to use 'God Speaks To Me'
