Today I'll leave known pathways
To wander as time wills.
Bright autumntime is beckoning
To climb her flaming hills.
A panoramic view unfolds
As far as eye can see.
The Master Artist's left His trace
On meadow, hill and tree.
Crisp Autumn breezes whisper
Of fresh pine forest air,
And lure me to climb higher
And leave behind all care.
'Mid hilltops' golden silence
Where mild fawn dip in streams,
A peace floods through my being...
My heart holds only dreams.
~ Beverly J. Anderson
May the Lord give might to
His people; may the Lord
bless His people with peace!
Psalm 29:11
No comments:
Post a Comment