To rise with autumnal air
That breathes across the land
The sky is so blue it’s like the
Artist of God is at hand
The sun gleams over the trees
As they sway gently in the morn
And the creatures rustle in the
Golden whispers of the corn
All this after the night of
The eclipsed moon
Where phantom shadows cast
Its celestial heavenly tune
For you God of the day
And night
The eternal keeper of
Seekers of your light
You are the glory that
Fills the earth
Our saviour from the
Time of birth.
Joyce Gale 2006
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