By Andrew R. Duckworth
Growth, like the buds of early spring
Blossoming forth in the weeks ahead
As the finches and the blue birds sing
And the forest plants come back from the dead.
Growth, like the painter and palette
Careful with each stroke of brush,
Increasing in developing talent
And keeping steady not to rush.
Growth, like a brand new life
Born of washing sins away,
Getting clean for the afterlife,
A walk with the Lord on a brand new day.