In a yellow wood I thank my Lord for autumn’s golden glow, for September’s scent of spicy leaves when fragrant breezes blow.

God used a common bush to host His holy fire. My desire? To know how low I am, to let others see His fire burn in me.

Christ Esteem

When harvest hues and autumn air

Stir my senses and mind,

I think about the years ahead

And the many behind.

I thought I knew it all back then—

Books had taught me a lot.

But after school let out, I learned

Lessons textbooks forgot.

I found I didn’t know so much—

Others knew a lot more.

And wisdom starts with humble hearts—

Wish I’d learned that before.

When silver strands increase, I pray

Wisdom will do the same.

And any good that springs from this

Brings esteem to His name.

Living Water

An empty seashell rests on shore;

Majestic waves begin to roar. …

That living water starts to pour

And fills that empty space.

Oh, Living Water, set me free

From sin and self that live in me.

Please wash away all my debris

And come to take its place.