His grace is enough
When my tired heart is weary
And the way seems rough
His grace in measure
Which makes glad my heart today
Is my full treasure
Flaming colors burst
Morning sun dancing lightly
My eyes behold first
Colors of rainbow
Each branch transformed spectacularly
Sets my heart aglow
Autumn panoply
Against the barren winter
Sensibility
Knowing my times are in
The hands of Almighty God
Descant echoing
My life mirrors full
Colors of divine portrait
Transforming the dull
His grace is reserve
Filling my well to the brim
Languished soul to preserve.
Monday, November 03, 2008
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