The graying comes the last of fall
The wind upon a wing,
'Tis when the birds take flight... most all
A parting song they sing.
Thro' the gray and stormy days
Please God... help me recall,
The beauty that was stored in me
The good things most of all.
And Father... help me not to dwell
In the days of gloom and gray,
To let a love within me swell
And to thank You... as I pray.
~ James Joseph Huesgen
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