Autumn comes... and the leaves fall to the ground

And the fields of green turned to shades of brown

That is how the master paints the town

With a spray of colors meant to melt your frown

And soon in the restless leaves will all lie still

As a billion flakes of snow adorn my sill

That is how the Master of cleans His house

He does this in me, before he sends me out

But how long will it be...

Before these mortal eyes perceive

That which all nature longs to see...

But we only see his reflection in the trees

There'll come a day not long from now

When the artist will unveil himself

To my eyes of clay

Not through a glass sooted with my mistakes

But like two men see... Face-to-face

But how long will it be...

Before these mortal eyes perceive

That which all nature longs to see

But we only see his reflection in the trees

Maranatha... come quickly Lord Jesus!

~Calvin Bergsma