Words in the Quiet

Today I watched the seasons turn,

The air grew cold, the fires burn.

The trees stand bare, their colors gone,

Yet in the quiet, life goes on.

God whispers softly through the chill,

“Be still and rest—trust in My will.”

For even when the earth seems bare,

His work of grace is growing there.

Though winter’s long and nights are deep,

His love restores, His mercy keeps.

In every frost, my soul can see—

He’s making something new in me.