*This Golden Moment
*This Golden Moment
Walking down the old country road
Fall welcomes me in a shower of gold
As leaves flutter down through the air
A gold crown, is laid upon my hair
Inhaling the cool and crisp November wind
As it gently touches my face
In this inspiring and beautiful moment
I feel His love and grace
To see all these colors
The beauty that each leaf holds
Being ever so Thankful
As autumn time unfolds
Soon the leaves will all be gone
As will this golden moment in time
There I walk graciously onward
Looking forward to winter snow flakes
Each one made by Gods own design
By Brenda Conley (c) 2002
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Walking down the old country road
Fall welcomes me in a shower of gold
As leaves flutter down through the air
A gold crown, is laid upon my hair
Inhaling the cool and crisp November wind
As it gently touches my face
In this inspiring and beautiful moment
I feel His love and grace
To see all these colors
The beauty that each leaf holds
Being ever so Thankful
As autumn time unfolds
Soon the leaves will all be gone
As will this golden moment in time
There I walk graciously onward
Looking forward to winter snow flakes
Each one made by Gods own design
By Brenda Conley (c) 2002