CHORUS OF COLORS
When fall is upon us
and the season begins,
I watch in all wonder
to view once again.
The great bursts of color
that spread on each tree,
Each separate adornment,
so special to see.
With breathtaking splendor
like paint from HIS brush,
HIS masterful strokes
inspire one to hush.
Splashes of color,
assigned to their place.
Shouts of HIS glory,
HIS love, and HIS grace.
Crescendos of colors,
the beauty unfolds;
Pale russets, bright crimsons,
mixed in with the golds;
Flaming red scarlets,
the softness of peach,
The oranges, and yellows,
with swatches of each.
Could "anyone" see them
and not know that it's YOU?
YOUR awesome blend of colors
of every brilliant hue.
Behold HIS works, stand in awe;
Really, can't you see?
This life cycle in each leaf
is much like you and me.
The seed, the sprout, the growth of life,
then finally we fall,
and all this time in every stage
HIS HAND is on us all.
HIS perfect love, HIS grace towards me,
the mercy that HE'S shown,
All demonstrate HIS perfect self,
HE'S bought me as HIS own.
Someday when placed before HIM
head bowed on bended knee,
I'll have my chance to thank HIM
for all HE'S been to me.
If ever asked of my stay here
or time spent on this earth,
I'll try to�speak of everything
from then to time of birth.
In gratitude, I plan to list
all things held dear to me.
Among them you can be assured,
will be HIS wondrous tree.
C.C. �August 4, 2000
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