A Blessed Autumn Morn

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

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.”
Psalm 19:1
by Lisa (Kesinger) DeVinney, October 2009

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