In the beauty of the autumn
There are lessons we should learn,
As the air turns crisp and cool
And maple leaves seem to burn.
With great beauty they’ve been painted
By the Creator’s careful hand
As He paints a portrait of His glory
Across our tired and weary land.
The beauty of these changes
Every eye can see,
Colors inspiring awe and wonder,
Small glimpses of His majesty.
But what is most amazing
Might well escape the eye.
The brilliant beauty of the leaves
Comes just before they die.
God is always working
Even in times of death,
Bringing peace and comfort
To those called Home to rest;
Wrapping arms around the loved ones
Who are left behind to wait
Until the day of Christ’s returning
When we’re gathered at the Gate.
When death comes into our lives
To a loved one, or a dream,
He wants us to turn to Him
And allow His glory to be seen.
God doesn’t cease to work
When the diagnosis comes.
Perhaps His greatest working
Has only just begun.
Whatever change He brings
To the landscape of our lives
We know it first goes through His hands
And is ever before His eyes.
No matter what we face
There are lessons yet to learn.
Don’t give up, embrace His brush
And let His painted glory burn!
From now until the day
When your soul is called to rest,
Let the Master do His work
Bringing beauty from even death.
Thank you, Thomas. I had omitted the typical phrasing for printing for my grandfather. I included a photo of some burning, bright red maple leaves and needed everything to fit on one 8x10 sheet of paper. I agree, the prhasing makes it easier to read and aids the flow of thought and emotion. Thank you so much for your advice and encouragement. Blessings to you, Laura
Laura, this is a beautiful poem. May I suggest leaving a space between the verses for ease of reading. The poem, however, is very good. God bless you and keep on writing for His glory. Thomas www.dustonthebible.com