I love the smell of strawberries;
The sweet aroma of nectar,
That wafts around the air,
And into my dreams.
I think of the recipes so many;
Pies and cakes gallore.
Not to mention jellos and salads,
With sweet tasting little bits.
My favorite dessert of all,
Is strawberry shortcake,
As so many of you love too;
Oh, the creamyness of whipcream on top.
Just as everybody has a favorite;
There's many as you know,
I love strawberries the best
And that will never change.
My backyard has a bed of them
And I pick some evey other day.
Those little ripe red berries
Excite me so.
As I am eating those delicous berries,
I think of how God loves me;
How he gave up His only son
In order to forgive my sins.
What a wonderful way
To think of Jesus;
The sweet scent of strawberries
And the redness within.
The beautiful smell of strawberries,
And the red juices of them,
Should be a symbol of Jesus
And the blood He shed for our sins.
I am sure there are other ways
To remember who Jesus is,
But to me it's strawberries
And always will be.
by Jann Newland
©May 2010
