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Autumn comes... and the leaves fall to the ground
And the fields of green turned to shades of brown
That is how the master paints the town
With a spray of colors meant to melt your frown
And soon in the restless leaves will all
lie still
As a billion flakes of snow adorn my sill
That is how the Master of cleans His house
He does this in me, before he sends me out
But how long will it be...
Before these mortal eyes perceive
That which all nature longs to see...
But we only see his reflection in the trees
There'll come a day not long from now
When the artist will unveil himself
To my eyes of clay
Not through a glass sooted with my mistakes
But like two men see... Face-to-face
But how long will it be...
Before these mortal eyes perceive
That which all nature longs to see
But we only see his reflection in the trees
Maranatha... come quickly Lord Jesus!
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