Seasonal Comparisons
To whom or what shall I compare Thy face?
A vibrant rainbow sky after fresh spring rain
Or an exquisite dawn on a summer morn
The awesome falling leaves in an Autumn breeze
Or the bright fluffy blanket of winter snow.
Compared to Thy face,
These sights are nothing and fade away to such
To whom or what shall I compare Thy touch?
The warm spring rain that falls gently on my brow
Or the soft summer sun that softly caresses my hair?
The brittle autumnal leaves that scatter ‘neath my feet
Or the delicate winter snow that cushions a careless fall?
Thy touch is beyond compare as Your arms surround me in Your love!
To whom or what shall I compare Thy voice?
The babbling mountain brook in spring thaw
Or the joyous chorus a summer circus brings?
The persistent rustle of Autumnal trees stripped bare
Or the fervent laughter of children’s’ winter follies?
Thy voice is soft and pure, beyond all other sounds.
Captain, O my Captain
Every morning its your face I long to see
Every noon its your touch I long to feel
Every night its your voice I long to hear.
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