Peeking out behind my shield
I see if Spring has come to me.
It appears I have been in Winter too long
buried in snow.
My soul yearns as too my heart
for gentle caresses upon my skin.
The warmth I need so desperately
to bring me back to life again.
Spring, come, oh Blessed Spring,
so I may dance to the Beat of Joy
and marvel at Your majestic
OH my desire for Thee to come!
Please don’t tarry. And come to me!