So the World Turns

Night cold winters the grass,
The sun frees movement.
Blades follow the path of light,
Reaching up for life.

The foot tramples upon outstretched arms,
Trampling, with disregard of anything but their own desires.

Faithfulness is given to the green,
though beaten, though frozen, they rise again towards the sun.
Always do they look upward,
For they know who has given them freedom and life.

When the sun tests, scorching the color of their glory,
Some fade away under the weight of judgment.
Some hold fast to the hope, so when the test is over,
The rain refreshes and supplies the need of energy and life.

Endurance is the crown of the weed of grass.
Given the strength to persevere.

Its location it dare not choose,
But its seed spreads like a wild fire to anything nearby.
Purpose has never changed.
Grass will be grass.

To each that has been given his gifts and purpose,
May men learn from the grass.
May they find hope in the Son
And needs met through the Spirit that quenches.

Who controls the sun?
And who controls the rain?
Who can control the trampling?

So the world turns,
Turn eyes to the Son.
May faith in God spread to those nearby,
May all rejoice in the glory of God.