Lord, I stand in wonderment
As Your paintings I survey;
A palette of vibrant colors
On this warm, clear autumn day.
The trees are laden with leaves so bright
Of yellow, red and gold.
No human artist could ever paint
A tree so lovely to behold.
The fields are filled with golden grain.
Harvest time's at hand;
Orange pumpkins in the field,
Contentment o'er the land.
The setting sun sets sky on fire.
The harvest moon is bright.
The crisp night air portends Jack Frost
On this lovely autumn night.
So when I go to sleep at night,
Lord I know that You are there,
Always watching over me
To let me know You care.
~ Grace Lewis
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