While the gentle rains descend from Heaven.
While the flying geese still call.
I thank God for what I'm given.
I thank God for this Fall.

To notice all the lovely beauty.
To see God's glory everywhere.
Knowing when to do my duty.
Showing how much I care.

Stopping to admire a spider's web,
Rain sprinkled in the dawn.
Lying in a fresh cut clover bed
To watch a doe with her fawn.

Admiring a sky so sweetly blue
It brings a tear to my eye.
Noting a maple's scarlet hue
As a far off rooster cries.

While the gentle rains descend from Heaven
And nature goes to rest.
I thank God for what I'm given,
For His gifts that are the best.

Jane Ellen Slone ©
Revised 10-31-08
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