Now at Autumn’s beauty rising
Colours vibrantly are tossed.
Should our tears be so surprising
When we feel bereaved and lost?
Gold leaves express death, but glory
Showing life amidst decay.
We are part of Nature’s story
As we journey on our way.
We may turn to priests for comfort
To read the scriptures that are left,
If we cannot read the bible
When of friends we are bereft.
Church is still a place to listen,
Guiding, teaching, giving strength,
Lending structure to Christ’s mission
As we travel through life’s length.
From two thousand years of history
May Christ’s holy resurrection
Illuminate all that we do