My Trees Appear To Be Bare

All of my trees appear to have been bare Leaves with pine needles lay everywhere Grass no longer green we can always tell; To see all of God's works will sit for a spell. Birds still eat food while they are singing Reminds me of how I often am have being In God's sight things will be at their best Have thought of Him much as I do rest. What if gracious God I would have been, Saving people from hurt and so much sin Much responsibility for me to try and take Helping all those whose hearts do break. God I am glad that You are who You are Savior of souls as well as a guiding star Heaven will have so many stories to tell How horrible angel had ended up in hell. Disciples there did tell us about things How in heaven all of the angels sings Savior born who for our sins sufficed Who one day was called Jesus Christ. Now my Savior seems so close and near Did die and to heaven would disappear After He had been raised from the dead Drank his wine and had eaten his Bread.