Just a simple thought today,
Less than real words of praise,To say that I am grateful, Lord,
For all these golden days.
I know that all the world grows cold
The skies grow damp with haze
But still there is a vibrant joy
In all these golden days.
So thank you, Lord, for autumn’s chill,
The drizzle that dismays,
For with it comes the glory of
These perfect golden days.
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