Sunday, October 9, 2011

to a Summer-land

The little birds trust God, for they go singing
From northern woods where autumn winds have blown,
With joyous faith their trackless pathway winging
To summer-lands of song, afar, unknown.

Let us go singing, then, and not go sighing:
Since we are sure our times are in His hand,
Why should we weep, and fear, and call it dying?
'Tis only flitting to a Summer-land.


Jesus said unto her,
I am the resurrection,
and the life:
he that believeth in me,
though he were dead,
yet shall he live:

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me
shall never die.

Believest thou this?


Unknown said...

Very pretty photo!

Erin Phillips said...

I was thinking about this just yesterday...and all the time really. So true. So very true. Ayden and Christian and living more than we are.

Heart n Soul said...

Love your thought that death is not dying ... this present life separates us from our forever life by just a breath. The gap between this earth & our 'forever' is but a thin veil of fragile humanity.

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Susan said...

Oh how true and so beautiful.

I've missed stopping by Marsha.

Hope you have a blessed Sunday♥

Sara said...

Your photo is beautiful!

Christine said...

Just beautiful! The colors in that photo are gorgeous! Love you!

Leanne said...


I need the reminder!

Thanks. I love you!