Wednesday 10 September 2008

SEASONAL GOLD

AUTUMN
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Great Giver of my lovely green in Spring,
A dancing, singing green upon my tree,
My green has passed; I have no song to sing,
What will my Autumn be ?

Must it be, though alive, as all but dead,
A heavy-footed and a silent thing ?
Effectless, sapless, tedious, limited,
A withered vanishing ?

Thus I; but He to me: Have I not shown
In Autumn woodland and on mountain fell,
The splendour of My purpose for Mine own ?
Fear not, for all is well.

And thou shalt see, My child, what I will do,
For as thy lingering Autumn days unfold,
The lovely, singing green of hitherto
Will come to thee in gold.
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~ Amy Carmichael ~
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~~.~lllllll

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