GOD’S LOVE


God loved me in the Springtime,
When life was fresh and new.
Though I was weak and childish,
His caring saw me through.

God loved me in the Summer,
When I would plunge headlong
Through all my foolish choices,
Yet still His love was strong.

God loved me in the Autumn.
Each time I turned around
And asked for His forgiveness,
His steady arms I found.

God loves me in the Winter.
Each day I feel love’s glow.
I’m constantly astounded
That He should love me so!


By Betty Jo Mings