[MajestyJo]

This is part of a poem and prayer by John
Oxenham. about the beauty of the
changing season of Autumn. We make
his words our prayer today, giving thanks
that nature’s beauty can inspire us

We thank thee, Lord…
For all the rich autumnal glories spread -
The flaming pageant
of the ripening woods,
The fiery gorse,
the heather-purpled hills,
The rustling leaves
that fly before the wind
and lie below the hedgerows
whispering;
For meadows silver-white
with hoary dew…
We thank thee, Lord.