Thoughts while coming home from Therese...

Sing a song of autumn rain,
a hymn to calm and cleanse the pain
O Lord, in every drop that falls,
I see it clearer; You're my all
My soul in You finds joy untold
I run to You, You warm the cold
Redemption's flood flows through the earth,
this call to death, a new rebirth
So in this fall, I cling to You
O Love of loves, yet Love of few
My aspiration and desire,
I found a spark, now light the fire.

Amen.