Glory
I remember sitting on the school bus
looking out the window
and seeing the splendor
of autumn foliage
and thinking, how lucky am I?
Even as a child,
I could appreciate the beauty—
God’s expression of who He is
May He wake in me the desire,
as part of His creation,
to express His beauty and splendor
by the things I think, say and do.
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