When a tree branches are soft and tender,
The leaves break outward in silky slender;
And in your mind the thought is very clear,
You know it is spring and summer is near;
In seeing it you're certain as God is nigh,
Even at the gate being as a friend and ally;
Life as is won't end until all is finished,
For when all evil-doers will be punished;
As Heaven and earth shall cease to exist,
But the Words of Christ will still persist;
Not even the angels know exactly when,
Jesus does not know neither do any men.
Only our Father in Heaven knows for sure,
Exactly when He will be locking the door;
Even though knowing a changing season,
It is not up to us to rationalize a reason;
Rather having faith and putting our trust,
Accredit God as what and when He must;
Tree branches question not as to sprout,
So why should any person ever doubt.
