When the leaves change their colour
It’s a beautiful sight
Their green to gold, reflecting God’s light
Their glorious display
His splendor revealed
Nothing kept silent
True colours, once concealed
When the leaves change, it’s a beautiful thing
The old becomes new, the angels sing
Their triumphant song
Revealing His name
No stone unturned
Nothing left the same
When Autumn falls
It’s limbs stripped bare
Prepared for Winter’s snow, so fair
Naked trees are kingly clothed
A blanket of white, to cover the cold
New robes bright and spotless
The prize of the fight
And welcoming arms to hold them tight
A wearisome traveler once stuck in his stance
Burdens behind him
New hope, his last chance
The rebirth of Spring, God’s calling card
To beautify the chosen
To soften the hard
Then growing and maturing
Flowering till fruit
A harvest of righteousness pulled up by the Root
The many made new, forgiven their sins
Joy–no longer a stranger
Peace–a comforting friend
Reborn, refreshed, revived, alive
Once lost, a child alone now thrives
Stolen promises graciously returned
A soul unworthy, nothing earned
The weak made strong shall rise, shall fly
And to the victor, a crown the prize
The trumpet call for home shall sound
For this is what happens
When a leaf falls to the ground.
Tina S.W.
November 27, 2018
Just as Autumn leaves change colour and fall, so too our own true colours must be changed. We must fall to die to self, but we rise and live again joyously in Jesus Christ. We must be changed.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” –Isaiah 43:19
“God is not human, that He should lie, not a human being, that He should change His mind. Does He speak and then not act? Does He promise and not fulfill?”
“Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” –Hebrews 4:16
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” –John 12:24
Keep it up kiddo!
Thank youuuuuuuuuuu. ❤
Beautiful!!! Love this!! Great analogy, reminds me of the poems you’ve posted of your grandpa’s❤️
Thanks Alicia! ❤ If I'm sounding like my grandpa, well, I'll take that as a compliment. 🙂 His heart is all over his poetry. ❤ Thank you.
Ahh I love that!!!❤️
Autumn is indeed a most beautiful season.