Prairie Grass

Have you ever watched the prairie grass, Kept track of it o’Äôer time?

Green and tender, it sprouts and grows, Its roots with soil entwine.

Through rain and flood, it holds its ground, And greets sun’Äôs rays when they are found.

In scorching heat and hot, dry wind, It bends its head to rise again.

The cattle come, consume its wealth; But it grows back, regains its health.

Fires may burn when blades are dry, But its deep roots refuse to die.

In winter’Äôs cold, green fades to brown; But come spring rains, it’Äôs back around.

Our lives here are much like grass. Troubles upon us are sure to pass.

With roots entwined in Solid Ground, With God’Äôs good help, we shall rebound!

by Randy Moll