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Autumn Song 2009

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His external power and Godhead......Romans 20:20



The leaves are almost gone and yet I still choke up in speechless awe marveling like a kid at Disney as I make the drive home from work through Mount Sinai around the Harbor onto my favorite storybook like street still in Autumn regalia. As if I had never seen Fall before! "But... Those leaves!" Natures Jewels on display pointing to our creative creator in brushstroking genius upon His Love Filled Creation Canvas. "And He saw that it was Good", whispers in the wind. These leaves seem to sing , welcoming me to join in their happy song. A happy little song bearing the sweetest melody. Happy To Die...... Happy to leave their branches. Happy to do their solitary free fall. Happy to plunge into the unknown;the wet abyss of mushy leaves below. Happy to leave what they know, what is comfortable, what provides nourishment....Happy to "Go Low,' Happy to do what they were created to do....Happy to become decay to bring forth new life.


But for the Joy set before Him, He endured......unto Death.
Our Savior sang the sweetest 'happy little death song,' there ever was. Heaven's Love Song. The Kingdom Song; A Song that spoke of a way.....His way, the way that always leads to life;His Life.He was happy to go low..The Incarnation....taking on the form of man..a servant of men..that He might purchase our lives and reunite us again with the Father. His melody can be heard even today in the sounds of Autumn.....rustling leaves singing a happy little death song, a song of joy, a song of identification. Come pick up your cross and follow me... let us sing that song in fullness of maturation like the leaves that fall and the grapes ready for press. "For since creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made."

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