The beauty of the fall colors
How you planned them just for me
Sitting on a bench beneath majestic trees
Your whisper in each breeze that blows
The sun upon my back
With every falling dying leaf
A new one will grow back
My plans and schemes are like each leaf
They die before they fall
And in the new growth that you bring
You wait sweetly for my all
I sit here oh so quiet Lord
Thanking you for this place
And for seeing you for who you are
In every lovely face
My life my time is not my own
But yours if I could see
So in your presence I will wait
And meet you quietly
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