Orange is the color of the autumn leaves,
Scarcely hanging from their bough.
The wind in a little while will blow them all away.
Itís the color of the mature, round pumpkins,
Coarsely scattered in the field.
A child delights in choosing and traversing on the hay.
Orange is the color of the harvest moon
On a chilly autumn night,
The moonbeams cast their shadows through the trees.
Orange is the setting of the sun
And the beautiful glow that it leaves.
Itís the color of the foxes
In the meadow where they play
until they are tired at the end of the day.
Orange is a field of poppies amongst the grass so green.
The glory of the Lord is found in every living thing.
From earth into the heavens
From the mountains to the seas
What more proof could bring His child to his knees?
Pray for this Great Nation, that we may walk in truth
And witness to our brothers that they may see the proof.
I think our Lord made orange
The glory of His heaven
with the blood of Christ within.
Red within the yellow
Orange it will make
The color of endurance
of power and of strength.
I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.
Ecclesiastes 3:14 NIV
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