Hymn: Golden Leaves
A hymn, see below for the tune.
Dropped golden leaves
all glowing from the ground.
Upon the tree
you were once the crown.
Fly, fly dear birds
as you must needs migrate,
yet come back safe
once more to procreate.
Weep, weep you clouds
with rain to fill the lakes,
yet not our homes
to flood, with us displaced.
Blow gently winds
to cleanse the air for breath,
but not too fierce
lest storms cause loss and death.
Come close dear God
embark within the boat,
keep migrants safe
from harm, their craft afloat.
We fallen souls
who've spoiled the sea and air
must turn around,
the harm we've done repair.
Encourage us
who surely have enough
to share with those
for whom these times are tough.
May we be held
with all that you have made,
at one in Christ
with creatures all arrayed.
Tune: Song 46, Orlando Gibbons
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2021
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