Autumn leaves

What a change from all the gloomy news! How refreshing when the media focus on the golden glory of this year’s sensational autumn leaves. God beautifies even the death of the year. The following poem is a prayer that my death may also be beautiful.

Lord let me die as the leaves die, gladly!
Clad in golden robes of glory,
Fluttering down to be lost in the brown earth.
So they die, forgetting all their stormy struggles,
Instead they deck themselves with joy!
Waiting for the resurrection life of spring,
And the new leaves.
Lord, let me die as the leaves die, gladly!

The greatest fact in life is death and the most uncertain thing in life is life itself. But all nature shouts to us that our Creator is the God of resurrection power. Most of the food we eat comes through the death of a seed in the soil by a process we can’t really understand. Jesus referred to Himself as a grain of wheat that must fall into the ground and die so that a great harvest of souls can be gathered into heaven. [ John 12:24 ] His words came true because after being crucified and buried for three days Jesus conquered the grave! Later in the presence of His amazed followers He returned to heaven where He now waits to welcome those who have repented and turned to Him for forgiveness. [ Acts 1:9-11 ]

When God’s Son dwells in us He will make our death as beautiful as a golden sunset - we shall set in one country but rise again in another!

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