As I gaze at the autumn trees they
come to life in worship. A choir of
elegant angels reaching heavenward,
their pure hearts full of praise. Arms
stretched out for eternity, draped in
the glory of their Creator. Ever bowing
and dancing in the waves of His Spirit.
Never wanting control for themselves,
but ever yielding to the pleasures of
the One that is greater, whose will they
delight in.
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