Poetry

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The last remnant of summer’s past day
Clings for life to a lone naked tree;
It pirouettes, then flutters away—
Forever lost in obscurity.

A winter gust brings down the curtain;
Now the show is over; summer’s gone;
Times come and go—life seems uncertain—
‘Till the trumpet call we must keep on.

Perhaps we think that no one sees us—
Sometimes might it seem we’re so alone?
But all who’ve put their faith in Jesus
Have an audience at Heaven’s throne.

Lift up your head and drooping shoulder,
Stir the Gift which God has placed within;
Our outer fades as we grow older
But the inward glows with life from Him.

The dancing leaf of summer’s absence
Piqued my lonely heart to think on Him;
Faith firmed, I knew His Spirit’s presence,
Through a lonesome leaf on a lifeless limb.

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