God's working

I still look back at the last three months and cannot believe all that God has done. Here's a work in progress of my attempt to express some of it:

Out of February's grime, you brought May's identity.
Out of rot, you brought worth.
Out of ashes, beauty.

You turned February's scars into May's completeness.
You turned trash into a crown.
Shame into honor.

For February's storm, you exchanged May's rays.
For driftwood, you exchanged a temple.
For brokenness, healing.

February grew winter. May found spring.
February held loss. May gave gain.
February saw death. May was life.