Regina Autumna By: Natasha Maule
Oh, that earth would not trade her jeweled crown,
For a silvery robe of ermine .
That those gems would for’er shine,
Steeped in the glow of her scepter.
That her long train of crimson and golds,
Would not turn its snowy folds,
And transform her glittering court into winter.
What is Music? By: Natasha Maule
Music is not just the melodic strains you hear or sing
But it was created and ordained to glorify our King.
Each note has a value and each harmony it's tone
And each instrument its position and each melody its throne.
Let us not diminish then what God has forthwith laid down,
What the foundation of music is and the definition of orderly sound.
God in His word has given us a forthright and systematic plan,
For what He wants in music and what He wants of man.
He says that everything is to reflect His attributes, character and Word,
And by this, from our sinful flesh can we ever hope to be cured.
And in this-
If God's attributes are orderly, good and right,
Shouldn't this put any doubt of what music is- to flight?
If His characteristics are noble,beautiful and sure,
Shouldn't each trumpet blast be noble and each lyric be pure?
And if truth is His word,
Shouldn't music compel us to seek it?And not by it instead the evil thoughts of men be stirred?
So let us, with this in mind contemplate what we compose and what we sing,
So that we will always, in fact, glorify our King.
So let it Be!
Heaven’s Doors
By: Natasha Maule
O, that my lips would forever sing,
The purest lyrics to my King.
That my mind would feast on Thy daily bread,
And my flesh would find its will- dead.
That my knee would continually find sacred ground,
And I, with clasped hands, would be found.
O, the flesh is weak, but the spirit soars,
Alas, such purity is only found at Heaven’s doors.
But with Thy salvation’s power,
I can strive day, minute, and hour,
With Thy strength against sin- my enemy.
To cut the ties of the World, and put between us, enmity.
To adorn what Thee have planned,
With a cheerful heart, a steadfast spirit and a willing hand.
So that, when from my earthy body my soul soars,
Thou shall meet your faithful servant at Heaven’s doors.
The purest lyrics to my King.
That my mind would feast on Thy daily bread,
And my flesh would find its will- dead.
That my knee would continually find sacred ground,
And I, with clasped hands, would be found.
O, the flesh is weak, but the spirit soars,
Alas, such purity is only found at Heaven’s doors.
But with Thy salvation’s power,
I can strive day, minute, and hour,
With Thy strength against sin- my enemy.
To cut the ties of the World, and put between us, enmity.
To adorn what Thee have planned,
With a cheerful heart, a steadfast spirit and a willing hand.
So that, when from my earthy body my soul soars,
Thou shall meet your faithful servant at Heaven’s doors.
