Sunday morning strollers
Sunday morning strollers
Walking down the beach
Reflected in the puddles left
By a tide that’s out to sea
November’s fast declining
As we welcome Christmas in
My shadow is extending
With the yellow sun behind me.
The cold East wind is biting
It’s time for hats and gloves
But the senses feel a stirring
It’s so good to be alive
I reach beach-end and turn around
The low sun reflecting in the water
Warms my face and lifts my spirits
A welcome bonus at Autumn end.
Its a late November Sunday
With Advent round the corner
Today we’ll worship walking
Along God’s lonely shoreline.
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