blaze

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
Helen Hunt Jackson

Photo by Aaron Paul Lazar

He the Pearly Gates Will Open

He the Pearly Gates Will Open

Love divine, so great and wondrous,
Deep and mighty, pure, sublime,
Coming from the heart of Jesus.
Just the same through tests of time!

Chorus:
He the pearly gates will open,
So that I may enter in;
For He purchased my redemption
And forgave me all my sin.

Like a dove when hunted, frightened.
As a wounded fawn was I;
Brokenhearted, yet He healed me.
He will heed the sinner’s cry.
Chorus

Love divine, so great and wondrous,
All my sins He then forgave;
I will sing His praise forever,
For His blood, His power to save.
Chorus

In life’s eventide at twilight,
At His door I’ll knock and wait;
By the precious love of Jesus,
I shall enter heaven’s gate.
Chorus

Author: Frederick A. Blom (1917)
Translator: Nathaniel Carlson (1935)
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Marge McCoy

presence

Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?
Psalm 139:7

Photo by Cheryl Cook

harmony

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Photo by Aaron Paul Lazar

wonderful

I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
Psalm 9:1

Photo by Sherry Cook

treasure

The Lord is exalted, for He dwells on high; He will fill Zion with His justice and righteousness. He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure.
Isaiah 33:5-6 (NIV)

Photo by Bob McCoy

looking forward

The spring, summer, is quite a hectic time for people in their lives, but then it comes to autumn, and to winter, and you can’t but help think back to the year that was, and then hopefully looking forward to the year that is approaching.
Enya

Photo by Elizabeth Pike

silence

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Thomas Hood

Photo by Cheryl Cook

In the Garden

In the Garden

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain:
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
Refrain

I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
Refrain

Hymn: Charles A. Miles, 1913
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Ruth Diane Handley Domigan

close

He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart.
Isaiah 40:11

Photo: Marge McCoy