b"Messenger Verse LibraryWith every changing seasonAll creation seems to watch Crheea stkioy nhass F sleigehmted to say,Crweaaittiinogn asdWaya ttcoh c ome, T ALift your thoughts toward heavenEven nature will be changed Come and fly away.At the final setting sun.Through life there is a beckonDeep in rustic beauty Toward a final flight,On mountain tops around, The seasons are preparingA distant call is heard by all A change from faith to sight.Filled with eternal sound.And then one day it can be heardA promise held to all who hear Seems nature hears it too,Whispers in the wind, The time has come to journeyAnd dances on the waters To a place prepared for you.A call to enter in.Rising toward the cloudless dayA final place of peaceful life On gentle winds to glide,That never fades away, Toward that final seasonAll creation is made new Where eternity abides.At the sunset of that day. C Sherrie Bradley Neal Sherrie Bradley Neal Creation wakes each morningSunset and evening star, Arse daatrikonness sS ofandge s away,Cnrod sosnine gc ltehaerBcaalrlfor me! aAnticipating promiseAnd may there be no moaning Held in a bright new day.on the bar, when I put out to sea. All nature sings in harmony Creating nature's song,But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Arising toward the heavens,too full for sound and foam. Ascending to God's throne.When that which drew from out the boundless deep, turns again home. The Creator loves the melody That His creation sings,Twilight and evening bell, Arising as a symphonyand after that the dark! As all the heavens ring.And may there be no sadness of farewell, when I embark. A song that is not limited But carried to the skies,For though from out our borne It will be heard foreverof time and place At eternity's sunrise.the flood may bear me far. Sherrie Bradley NealI hope to see my pilot face to face when I have crossed the bar. Alfred Tennyson 2/3/2021 Page 10 of 60Back to Table of Contents"