Winter Is Coming

 

Winter Is Coming

The winter is coming, is coming

The snowflakes beginning to fall;

White messengers sent from the north winds,

Bring sorrow or gladness to all.

The snow birds in door yards are chirping,

Sweet angels of winter they come;

And bluebirds and red breasted robins

To far away southlands have flown.

The last rose of summer is faded,

Petunias and dahlias are gone;

The green tufted garments of summer

Give place to the snowy white gown.

The trees have cast off their green dresses,

Old earth is now shivering and bare;

And everywhere read we the lesson,

For winter’s fierce blast now prepare.

The winter of life, too, is coming,

Is coming to you and to me;

When the vigor and action of childhood,

Our portion will nevermore be.

Then work, for life’s winter is coming,

Oh, lay up your treasure in store,

In Jesus’ own heavenly garner,

Where winters are feared nevermore.

Simpson Ely

Matthew 6:19-21 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.