Grass of Autumn

A gentle frost melts in the sunlight.

A gentle frost melts in the sunlight.

I awoke in a sweat,
Though bitterly cold;
Darkness, like death,
Had swallowed me whole.

Encased in my tears,
I felt unkown fear;
Endless was the night,
‘Til morning did appear.

The sun shown bright,
On the horror, frost;
I turned to the light,
And all my fears, I lost.

My eyes did dare open,
To see my surroundings;
Brothers who were broken,
I found overwhelming!

Some still sprawled flat,
In fear they did stay;
I helped my friends up,
To see the light of day.

Together, my brothers,
My sisters, and I;
We stand with each other,
‘Til the day that we die.

We are faithful, a unit,
A bond that won’t break;
For our own, faithful Son,
Shines down every day.

The strength, the warmth,
The comfort He brings,
Won’t, from us, be torn.
His praise do we sing!

Winter draws nearer,
Under weight we will lay;
But we will not fear,
Having faith every day.

Ah! Blade of grass,
How great is your lesson!
Your roots are steadfast,
Your faith need not mention!

May my life mirror yours,
In trust and great hope.
May those truths be reinforced,
And my life, help others float.

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Raining Sunshine

Sometimes, sadness and happiness come at the same time, like when it's sunny and raining!

Sometimes, sadness and happiness come at the same time, like when it’s sunny and raining!

Drops fall down, down from above;
Each shines bright, as bright as the sun.
Even in sadness, sadness with tears;
Joy can be found, found without fear.

Droplets of dew, dew on the grass;
Each, a tiny lens, a lens made of glass.
Our eyes cannot see, see every blessing,
We see only us, and besides us, nothing.

Sunlight hits each, each a small star,
Illumined to brilliance, brightness seen afar.
Christ gives us light, and sight to see;
He is the source, the source of eternity.

So let the sun show, show its bright light;
To the lost world, a world without light.
We are the drops, the drops of sunshine;
To light up the world, the world for Christ.

Leaves of a Golden Pathway

Leaves of Gold

On a walk through sunny shade,
The wind whispers gently through the trees;
The path before, like lemonade,
Yellow, golden, fallen autumn leaves.

Even in these quiet times;
There are changes so uncertain;
Yet God still gives us sunshine.
The clouds of doubt are now broken.

Once the leaves from trees have all fallen,
To the floor of the forest so far;
Once they darken, and their gold is stolen,
How barren the birch trees now are.

The leaves will grow back after a season,
Even though the trees appear dead.
Just so, every scar, bruise, and grievance,
Will heal after time trods ahead.

Take heart, have faith, seek Christ right now;
Though now may seem so sorrowful.
Time will tell what, when, and how;
The spring will bring something wonderful.

And so I find comfort, on a walk,
Through the shadows of today;
I thank God, for the lessons I’m taught;
As I walk on a golden pathway.

A Golden Pathway Through the Forest

A Golden Pathway Through the Forest