Though autumn winds sweep down on them,
Yet still they’re bright with joy,For they wait, patient through the storm,
And faithful prayers employ.
The turbulence of coming storms
May tear them from the tree,
But even then they’ll dance with joy
On winds that set them free.
Much like those leaves, I feel the cold
As autumn nears my tree,
But death is not my enemy
For Christ has set me free.
So I will shine in brilliant shades
Until winter grows grim,
Then I will dance upon the winds
That carry me to him!
Romans 12:12
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
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