The day is dawning clear and cool, this autumn morn.
The sun bursts o’er the mountains likes it’s been reborn.
And dew drops sparkle brilliantly on crimson leaves;
As all creation yawns, beneath Your canopy.
A blessed autumn morn unfurls before my eyes;
As winter birds are drifting through the azure skies.
The squirrels are busy gathering their winter feasts;
As all creation wakens ‘neath Your canopy.
And I would join them all in lifting hands to You;
In praise of all You are, and everything You do;
For You have clothed this world with Your own majesty.
Yes, I am blessed to live beneath Your canopy.
“The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament sheweth his handywork.”
by Lisa (Kesinger) DeVinney, October 2009