‘Then the Old, Now the New’ in “Fragrance from the Spring”

‘I noticed the withering of the roses and leaves,

Being eaten, destroyed by grasshoppers in teams;

So I cut them back hard,

Their limbs were laid bare,

Then fell much-needed rain

And new shoots did appear.

*       *       *

When we are feeling dry,

Empty, forgotten or alone,

And much of our life feels it’s coming undone;

It’s then that the Lord,

In kindness, takes His Sword of Love,

Leaves us with nothing

On which to draw from but Him,

And then perfect, new growth

Will suddenly appear,

After Heaven sent rain feeds life from above.’