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Autumn

What beauty,
these late colors upon the tree

How the leaves blaze

Surely this is their splendor
The most vibrant and full of life

How the colors pop off the canvas of the sky
It brings gladness to me
For God has given us a sign

Yet what’s this I see
The leaves dropping here and there
Is not this the pinnacle of their grandeur?

Oh the height of their beauty is the beginning of their end
For only a short time God waits for their purpose is for Him

Lord let my last breath and final purpose be as the leaves are to this tree
To return to you my best showing
And then quickly return to thee

I Will Let Down the Nets

We have clues that the fish are here. They should be here, it’s fertile water with plenty. The waves are calm and there have been fish before at these depths at this time of year.

Throw out the nets and be prepared for the catch. What reason would there be for anything other than success.

Let the nets settle in and posture yourself for the pull, it’s going to be a heavy and laborious haul. Pull! Catch them all, don’t let any swim free, close up the net!

But nothing is there. The net has no tug except from its own weight and drag. The net itself is the only burden, dragging up through the water. The fish were not there.

Surely we simply missed and we’ll just slightly move and try again. And again we try and try again. Until we’ve worked all night and caught nothing but despair.

Whose voice is telling you to cast your nets? And will you obey? For when Jesus is the captain the fish will swim your way.

Simon answered and said, “Master, we worked hard all night and caught nothing, but I will do as You say and let down the nets.” When they had done this, they enclosed a great quantity of fish, and their nets began to break; so they signaled to their partners in the other boat for them to come and help them. And they came and filled both of the boats, so that they began to sink.
Luke 5:5‭-‬7 NASB

Song of Praise in times of distress

When the enemy stand before me
You are there
When the storms of life surround me
You are there
When the trials of strife weigh heavy
You are there….

I call upon You, Lord
I call upon You, Lord
And I am saved
I call upon You, Lord
And …. I … am … saved!

You are worthy, Lord
You are worthy, Lord
You are worthy to be praised, Almighty God

You are my fortress,
You are my shield,
You are my comfort and my strength
You are worthy to be praised, Mighty God,


“I love You, O Lord , my strength.” The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call upon the Lord , who is worthy to be praised, And I am saved from my enemies.
Psalms 18:1‭-‬3

Your Sweet Name

My God, my Jesus

How excellent is Your name

All authorities and kings

Pale beneath Your fame

My soul brings you worship

For all that I have gained

But all of it is worthless

Without Your sweet name

Chorus:

Your sweet name

More powerful than the oceans

Your sweet name

Commands the wind and rain

Your sweet name

Can heal the blind and broken

No sweeter thing ever spoken

Than Your name

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Copyright 2017, Author: Johnathan Sexton by inspiration during my morning walk around the third floor of my office building today.