Scarlet Robe Creations

The leaf takes on the hue of autumn and the Father of all gives his consent. Just as the sparrow sings a final song before leaving this life. The LORD hears its song and is aware of its death. The leaf, changing color and falling to the earth, the LORD has counted each one and witnessed their dances of glory, their dances of praise, their dances of worship. The sparrows, He has bestowed upon them every song ever escaping their throats. He is the author of every note and the beauty of their songs glorify His being. Little ones He has counted every breath to ever fill your lungs. He has made note of each tear, each smile to ever decorate your face. Little ones change your colors gracefully, as He wills it. Dance in praise of Him whenever you sing, be it the first song from your lips or the last. copyright 2005 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

The last leaves have prepared to fall, trusting the designer of beauty to change the color of their garments and separate them from the branch of life. Faithfully ready to let go, to float gracefully to the soil, a journey directed by the breath of creation. November chill, makes brittle what was once ripe, preparing our souls for December and the white veil of winter. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author