The winds of Autumn softly blow.
They whisper, "Soon there will be snow."
The sun sets early, nights are long.
The morning birds have ceased their songs.
The trees ablaze with Autumn gold,
But, soon it will be turning cold.
This time of year, it's time to pause,
And count the blessings that are ours...
For all the bounty that we see,
Good harvest, and for family.
These blessings come from God above,
And through all these, He shows His love.
~ Mary Ann Jameson
Show us, Lord, Your love;
grant us Your salvation.
Psalm 85:8
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