Spring of His Calling

Can you feel it? The thaw in the air—
Winter’s hush melting into whispered prayer.
The sea still sings beneath skies of grace,
And a gentle voice calls from a sacred place.

"Follow Me," He says—not with thunder,
But with the stillness that makes hearts wonder.
Not to wander blind in storm or strife,
But to cast your nets into a deeper life.

The tides no longer pull you astray,
They carry your faith in a heavenly way.
Each ripple a promise, each breeze a sign,
That you are known, and you are Mine.

The earth is waking, the fields will bloom,
Just as your soul rises from the tomb.
And as spring bursts into holy light,
You walk—no longer lost, but led by Christ.