Straight From The Hart

And Then The Rains Came For several days we’ve watched with joy the colors of the Fall; The reds, the golds, the bronzes, and we have loved them all; So vivid, they took our breath away, beauty beyond compare; Each oak and maple a worship scene, each fire in the bush a prayer. But then the rains came. The leaves let go as the storms blew in, not able to sustain Their grip on the branch which had held them fast, but that was before the rain. Unlike the showers of spring and summer which cause the leaves to grow; The cold November rains of fall with frosty breath do blow; As seasons change, the rains come. It isn’t just the leaves of trees which dread the cold cold rains; God’s people live and laugh and love, have losses as well as gains; While all the time we know, in time, we’ll have our sorrows, too; That we must prepare to keep holding on when the storms of life blow through. Because the rains will come. But if we’ve built an ark of safety as directed ...

The hickory tree stands tall in the yard A harbinger of the season to come Dispensing nuts as the wind picks up;a change in weather so abrupt; These are the sights and sounds of autumn The first tryma rolled down the length of the roof But they’ve been littering the roads for days They crack under the wheels causing car brakes to squeal The sights and the sounds of autumn. A chill in the breeze says it won’t be long now Old winter will be here too soon But there are still pleasant days for the sun’s warming rays And the sights and the sounds of autumn Leaves drifting on the wings of the wind as they play A kaleidoscope of nature’s own making Rusty mauve, glittery gold, Red and orange bright and bold These are the sights and sounds of autumn. Smoke rising in the air from bonfires here and there Hotdogs impaled on sticks, embers glowing Crisp and crunch as you bite, In the day’s waning light Mo...