He came to bring the Mourners Joy

Thou openest Thine Hand, and satisfiest the Desire of every living Thing.

Winter has come and the beautiful Flowers have disappeared. The Crops are harvested and the Fields are bare. The Wind no longer whispers through the leaves in the Forest. Children of God , be not as barren as the Earth in Winter. Let the Sacrifice of our Heart rise to the eternal Light.

Every Thing that God has made for us has now been gathered and stored in it’s Place. Let us take the Time to gather for our Souls also. In this Time of Grace let us harvest what the Lord offered us in the Hours He was on the Cross.

The Storm is roaring and the Traveler hurries to seek Shelter before Nightfall. O Jesus, You are our Roof and Tower of Strength, where we shelter from Life’s wicked Storms.

The Leaves of the Trees fall to the Earth and turn to Dust from where they came. No matter how High and Mighty we become, we also go down into the Earth from where we came.

As the Farmer plants his Seeds in the Ground and waits for the Fruit, so does our Father cover over our Bodies in the Earth, so that we may rise again. Amen.