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The August green begins to pale,
As gold and amber touch the trees,
A cooler breeze lifts summer’s veil,
And whispers through the autumn leaves.
The Maker’s hand is painted clear,
In shifting light and harvest field,
He guides the turning of the year,
By grace and majesty revealed.
The scattered weeks of sun and rest,
Now turn back toward the chapel door,
Together here, our lives are blessed,
As we fill up the pews once more.
The Maker guides the turning year,
And brings us home hand in hand,
With thankful hearts and vision clear,
We walk the path our God has planned. Leo Vision - Unsplash
Author B. Bessie
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