My Christian faith knows all seasons

In Winter’s chill His love will grow

I'm thankful for many reasons

Mostly 'cause I'm washed white as snow

I love my faith's rebirth in Spring

I walk His path on fresh~grown sod

And oh, the joy that it will bring

To someday see the face of God

In Summertime, the temps are hot

His gifts of flowers; show and tell

The one thing Summer's heat cannot

It can't compare to satan's hell

My colors are of orange and gold

And slowly turn to aging rust

As Autumn of my life grows old

God's Loving Hands I'll put my trust