All it takes, is a short walk,
And I hear His HOLY SPIRIT talk.
This lovely carpet of gold,
Never, ever, grows old.
The beauty of this season,
Does not escape me.
Vibrant leaves
Release,
And flutter to the earth, in such glorious peace.
The wind it blows,
And where they will land, no one knows.
But, against a backdrop of blue,
LORD JESUS, You hold true.
The beauty of this season,
Does not escape me.
Though life’s details,
The mundane, the responsibilities, the distractions, want to derail.
People, and situations, can be like the times and the seasons:
They come. They go. They have their reasons.
Though not political, it could be.
Just draw the circle around me.
Change can be difficult; but oh, so good –
I hear GOD speak through the shear beauty in my neighborhood.
You see, these leaves do not belong to me,
They are my neighbors art museum; but, on display for all to see.
But will I see? Or go busily, or blindly, by,
And heed the message of HIS drawing nigh.
GOD will soon return.
And as stately as an oak,
HE will peel back sin’s dark cloak.
GOD will reveal Himself, in all His glory.
He wins, at the end of this life’s story.
HE will receive all the glory.
Oh leaves, you were once lush and green,
How can it be that you are now, not what you seem?
You turn crisp and brittle and dry
And I want to ask, why?
But what beauty I see in this changing and lovely season,
I release, like the leaves, and wait for Your reasons.
Oh, the beauty of this glorious season.
Does not escape me.