The tulip blossoms in the spring
The beech leaves wait their turn to fling
Their verdure o’er their golden dress
Which spoke of winter’s weariness.

The beach then beckons those who run
To come to join in all the fun
Of summer days and sandy feet
Which quickly come, but soon do fleet,

A year has passed, another day
So what then shall we now convey?
We cannot let this day pass by
Without a tear found in the eye.

A tear of joy, of hope, of love
A tear which points us far above
This world and all that is therein
Unto the One who inhabits heaven.

So, for your good I now must pray.
In words the Spirit shall relay,
That in all your ways you may know
The power of him who lived below.