Blessings Amid Autumn

By Andrew R. Duckworth

While the skies cloud and rain draws near
I look for signs to ease my fear
Of coming storms and outward sneers.

Some rays of light gleam overhead
Shining on both living and dead,
That paid the sinner’s price instead.

The Autumn clouds will come around
And storms will come to knock me down
But nothing steals away His crown.

On a bleak and treacherous day
The Lord reaches his hand to say
“Take comfort you who I have saved.”