Autumn
You came to us graciously
Allowing summer to say her sad farewell
Your cool breezes refresh us
Your beauty we cannot tell.
A small child gathers your fallen leaves
She marvels at their hues,
“Look Gramma, a red one!”
How wondrous to see through her eyes.
We see God’s hand in nature
We feel His presence in our lives
Each season is a gift to us
And to live for Him we strive.
Copyright © Myrna Terrell | Year Posted 2008
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