In the Spring I was so very young,
There was energy to spare,
But God was watching over me,
Though I lived without a care.
Summer came and I turned bold,
My focus was my heart’s desire,
But God was watching over me,
Even with my feet stuck in the mire.
One does mature in Autumns cool,
So many cares in a busy life,
But God was watching over me,
Even when clouded by much strife.
And now the Winter of my days,
I look back through hazy years,
But God is watching over me,
And helps me through so many tears.
These are the seasons of my life,
Each era claims its own lifework,
But God is watching over me,
Grants me strength when broke.
Looking back o’er so many years,
I now can see His plan,
How God was watching over me,
And in His strength, I stand.
Jim Johnston