When the sky is peachy-lucious,
and there's fresh snow on the branches;
I think of how life changes,
and the case for second chances.
Time's rapid pace unnerves me;
Before I've learned enough,
The task already changes,
Tomorrow calls my bluff.
Each season bears a fruit;
God makes the design:
I expected luscious peach,
But he gave life-giving pine.
Along the way he sent me
Just what I really needed.
He provided time, demanded work:
But rewards have far exceeded
What I would have paid myself.
He loves me with abandon.
His palm requests my hand in,
Now none of it seems crazy after all.
--Carolyn Fuller
The Fullers Four 