Song of Gratitude
The day is bright with autumn chill and scented air is brisk and pure
And silent gardens are put to bed, as end of year draws swiftly near
We hear the music of the trees, of rustling leaves of red and tan
Let's sing a song to thank our God, for lavish beauty of this land
While autumn drops across the hills, with stain ablaze in amber glow
And hearts are filled with peace of mind to know He keeps a watch below
The wind seeks out the apple tree and rises with celestial zest
And mighty oaks drop acorns free, soon squirrels will scurry to their nest
Where ample harvest from golden earth, and flying geese bid sweet adieu
While loved ones gather around the hearth, our Lord, these blessing come from you
And when the trees are stripped and bare, a world takes rest, to start anew
We bow our heads in silent prayer,
For things like these and many more
We sing our song of gratitude.....
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Inspired by "Hymns of Autumn" contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
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