Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Golden Gifts

The trees sway softly in the breeze
Against a sky so blue
The golden sun beams in across
A sea of morning dew
My spirit quickens as I see
How much God really cares
To create such beauty just for me
Reaching out, I take my share
If man isn't willing to take the time
How can he truly live
If he looks at neither sky nor sun
Which God so freely gives
I wish that I could save this day
And the radiance that I view
But I will hold in memory
Its gifts of gold and blue
By Sara I. Brown

1 comment:

Maggie Ann said...

Oh my lands, I'm ready to cry. That is so beautiful!!!