"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:"
It is a new year, and time is on my mind...
When frost appears, buds dormant lie
or even die.
If I refuse opportunity...
"sorry, bad time, not right for me",
God sends the frost.
My blossom lost
forever,
or at greater cost.
God's timing, His season for fragile blossom,
reaches an end all too soon.
In the spring, He will prune.
I need to respond this new year, 1997, as God's camelia, ready to blossom in God's time.