October's Party

                                                      October gave a party,
                                                       The leaves by hundreds came—
                                                       The chestnuts, Oaks and Maples
                                                       And leaves of every name.
                                                       The sunshine spread a carpet,
                                                       And everything was grand.
                                                       Miss Weather led the dancing,
                                                       Professor Wind the band,

                                                       The Chestnuts came in yellow,
                                                       The Oaks in crimson dressed;
                                                       The lovely Misses Maple
                                                        In scarlet looked their best;
                                                        All balanced to their partners,
                                                        And gaily fluttered by;
                                                        The sight was like a rainbow
                                                        New fallen from the sky.

                                                        Then, in the rustic hollow
                                                        At hind-and-seek they played
                                                        The party closed at sundown,
                                                        And everybody stayed.
                                                        Professor Wind played louder;
                                                        They flew along the ground;
                                                       And then the party ended
                                                        In jolly “hands around.”

                                                     -George Cooper.

Spring Flowers

"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Matthew 6:28&29

"The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness."
                                                   -Terese of Lisieux

                                        "Her heart is like her garden
                                         Old-fashioned, quaint and sweet.
                                         With here a wealth of blossoms,
                                          And there a still retreat."
                                                       -Alice E. Allen

One Day!

One day when heaven was filled with his praises,

One day when sin was as black as could be,

Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin—

Dwelt amongst men, my example is he!



Living, he loved me; dying, he saved me;

Buried, he carried my sins far away;

Rising, he justified freely, for ever:

One day he's coming—O, glorious day!



One day they led him up Calvary's mountain,

One day they nailed him to die on the tree;

Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:

Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is he!



One day they left him alone in the garden,

One day he rested, from suffering free;

Angels came down o'er his tomb to keep vigil;

Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is he!



One day the grave could conceal him no longer,

One day the stone rolled away from the door;

Then he arose, over death he had conquered;

Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!



One day the trumpet will sound for his coming,

One day the skies with his glories will shine;

Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;

Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!
 
-J. Wilbur Chapman
 
"For the LORD himself will come down from heaven  with a commanding shout, with the call of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, all the Christians who have died will rise from thier graves. Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the LORD in the air and remain with him forever. So comfort and encourage each other with these words." Thessalonians 4:16-18

A Rainy Day...

                                        "It rains- what lady loves a rainy day?
                                        She loves a rainy day who sweeps the hearth,
                                        And threads the busy needle, or applies
                                       The scissors to the torn or threadbare sleeve;
                                        And blesses God that she has friends and home."
                                                                                          -Anon.