Mere humans we are

Why are there four seasons in one life?

Why four? What's the score? Do you know?

And, does any season define the one before?

Do we have a choice? Do we have a voice?

How can we mere humans ever understand?

How life works: God's plans for us: simple man!

If we look at the earth that spins around in space

If we look at God's love for this human race

Could we not realise how miniscule we truly are...

Man, human, tiny little insignificant man...

Who are we to think we know it all?

Who are we to question God's will?

He who made everything that is...

Made us in His image: made us intricately...

Do we really understand how marvellous a creation?

We truly are: the many systems that operate within us

The fact that we think, we breathe, we feel...

We cannot live without oxygen...

We cannot live without water...

We cannot live without food...

Shelter, clothing, love, many: needs we have...

The list goes on and on...

If we look to the designer of this frail body

If we were to really take a look inside...

There are so many parts that we still don't understand...

Science is still amazed at the beauty that is...

This human body, this human mind...

That God created in His own image...

What a blessing bestowed upon us weaklings

For that is what we are...

Weak little beings: allowed to stumble around...

We are born of woman as helpless babes

We crawl around until we learn to walk

We grow and learn and think and feel

We change from day to day...

Week to week, month to month...

Year to year, decade to decade...

We follow the four seasons of our lives

We grow, we bloom, we fade away, we die

Four beautiful seasons we are blessed with

In these magnificent amazing lives...

I thank God daily for everything He made

For everything He gave us...

For everything He gave for us...

Amen