Thursday, November 03, 2005
When I behold October's fire
Alit within the trees;
And stand; bathed by the golden breath
Of Indian Summer's breeze.
I think on Him Who lights the flame
Within the human heart;
Who 'decks the world with tapestry
Unmatched in all man's art.
How frivolous; extravagant
For God to give such gold:
A testament through which His love
And glory may be told.
I thank you, Lord for autumn's glow
For fire You give, so free
To light the way and warm the hearts
Of seekers such as me.
jim
jim
