November shades are dampened
By the coming autumn storm,
Even so the rain cannot decry
Its colors soft and warm.
A blanket of gold leaves is
Spreading comfort on the turf,
And all around the scents of
Changing seasons fill the earth.
How precious are the moments
Passing through the Love of God -
Found in beauty of the hillside,
Drifting leaves and dew-drenched sod.
Will I one day wake in Heaven
And behold with spirit eyes
Glory passing through my vision
Shadowed by these gentle skies?
Well we know that there, God is the
Light, no dimness will abide
Yet within November wakefulness,
Its view of shifting tides,
There is a cycle - woven 'mong
The morning's dawning Grace -
That softly beckons us to come
And bow before His face.
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