Autumn Gold

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Autumn Gold

Autumn Gold

Autumnal trees, in finest gold,
Confirm the oldest story told…
The LORD, God made this world we know,
Designed by Him to bless us so.

Skies so blue, air crisp and cool,
The harvest fields robust and full…
Yes, God prepares such beauty rare,
And gives us His great love to share.

Let’s reap His love, and save the seed
To sow for others when in need.
His perfect Lamb, the sacrifice
To bear our sins, and pay the price.



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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

cookie’s Poems (11)

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Current Events 1
I Won't Walk Here Anymore 1
What Does He Think 5
Out for a Walk 0
Autumn's Bed-time Story 2
Autumn Gold 0
At the Throne of God 1
Another Tear Falls 2
An Instrument in Your Hands 1
A Fitting Crown 0
December Night 1