Before the Leaves Fall

Before the Leaves Fall

By Catherine Myers

The most colorful and beautiful time of all

Is early in the winter before the leaves fall

The sun overhead now shines forth her light

That colors the sky what a beautiful sight

The valleys below are all filled with dew

And as you look around what a magnificent view

As the rays of the sun now shine on the trees

The leaves begin to fall without even a breeze

The old fall down to make room for the new

That come early in the spring time all shiny green when due

Of all the beauty below and the color above

Could only be given by the hand of Gods love

Who loved us enough He was willing to go

Down to this sin cursed world here below

Our sin debt He paid on Calvary's tree

When He shed His own blood there for you and for me

Salvation is ours now if we will only believe

On the finished work of Christ on the cross of Calvary

This is a poem written by my great grandmother and was published in 'Famous Poets of the Heartland, A Treasury of Beloved Family Poems' last year.  Since fall started on Sunday I thought you all would enjoy reading this poem before the leaves (truly do) fall.  

In memory of 9/11

In memory of 9/11:

God of Our Fathers from Neely Team on Vimeo.
Hope you enjoy!

"Twas the Night Before Jesus Came"

Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house, not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care, in hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And mom in her rocker with baby on her lap was watching the late show while I took a nap.

When out of the east there rose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray I know in a moment this was The Day!
The light of His face made me cover my head; it was Jesus! returning just like He said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which he held in His hand was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; when He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love He gathered to take to his Father above.
With those who were ready He rose with out a sound while all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was to late; I had waited to long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call, we'll find that the Bible was true after all!

Bethany Farms

This isn't Christmas but I hope this will serve as a remembrance of all that first night meant, and what happened 33 years later.  I hope and pray that all who read this has their name written in the Book of Life even though I may not know you.  

My Composition

I've played the piano for about 10 or so years and am beginning to learn the harp.  I've composed songs in my head almost the whole time but never wrote them down until now.  I have Finale 2011 and Cubase le5 which are music programs and can now begin to write music for real.  I entered a composing contest sponsored by the York Symphony orchestra this year and won first place in the high school division.  I wrote the song for harp and a person from the orchestra orchestrated it.  Here is my recording of my song:

And here is the video of the orchestra playing it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MhG7sNLiQWM

What do you think?

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