It is held in the colorful trees,
It is told by the many leaves,
And it is spread abroad by the breeze.
It is told by the many leaves,
And it is spread abroad by the breeze.
The leaves proclaim the story,
Of the Christian's death to self.
The leaves proclaim the story,
In their colors full of wealth.
Of the Christian's death to self.
The leaves proclaim the story,
In their colors full of wealth.
As autumn comes, the leaves change,
To magnificently beautiful dressage.
In death through vibrant colors,
We come to understand their message.
As Christians die to self,
The Saviour's beauty shines.
Death to self is life in Christ,
In this His love we find.
To magnificently beautiful dressage.
In death through vibrant colors,
We come to understand their message.
As Christians die to self,
The Saviour's beauty shines.
Death to self is life in Christ,
In this His love we find.
So learn a lesson,
Amongst the trees,
Learn a lesson,
Amidst the golden leaves.
By: Moriah Ortega
Amongst the trees,
Learn a lesson,
Amidst the golden leaves.
By: Moriah Ortega
Dedicated to Mama who taught me this lesson.
I love you.
I love you.
4 comments:
Thank you, Moriah. We were just talking about dying to self so this fits in perfectly. It is good to be reminded of the spiritual lessons God has given us in His magnificient creation.
Blessings,
Mrs. Gould
I add my thanks, Moriah. What an important lesson! I appreciate the reminder.
What a beautiful reminder! Thanks so much Moriah!
Thank you everyone, I enjoyed working on it.
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