Come in
Out of the rain, he cried
Come in

Come in
Make yourself dry, he said
Come in

The darkening skies of Fall
Make a call to my soul
Back home

Wrap up
Sit by the fire awhile
Wrap up

Wrap up
This Fall brings a gentle smile
Wrap up

The darkening skies of Fall
Make a call to my soul
Back home

 

It's late. Shortly before midnight, in this 4th day of November, and no, it's not yesterday's election on my mind. Rather the gentleness of the coming of this current Autumn has attracted my attention.

I had to run outside in my robe for a moment about 45 minutes ago to check on the trailer. I love rain, and going out and getting a bit wet, and chilly wasn't a problem. (Of course, that's what my Gortex hat is for.)

I sit now, typing at the computer, and listening to the rain pattering on the skylight above my desk.

The above words were written as a short song - a meditation. I've been writing short meditations lately. They are simply quick toughts with gentle guitar parts. This meditation considers the impact Fall has upon my soul. It causes me to love being home more than any other season. It seems to call me inside toward crackling fires, and warm drinks.

God has that same impact upon my soul. This is why the person calling in this song is given a masculine personality. Normally in a song like this Mom would be calling us inside out of the cold, but I wanted to attribute that same call back home which comes from mothers, and the gentle arrival of Autumn to our Father in Heaven, He calls our souls to the warmth of His love, and invokes a comforted smile upon our faces.

Pastor Phil