C R Clark - A Place To Pray

The autumn leaves fell to the ground
One crisp October day
As through the forest walked a man
To find a place to pray

His mind was filled with worldly stuff
Of problems great and small
He knew he’d never rest until
He gave the Lord, them all

The forest welcomed the troubled soul
To it’s leafy, splendored halls
And there in the woods, the man knelt down
And to the Lord, poured out his heart

There’s no better place in all the world
To be alone with God
Than in his forest on a cool clear day
When autumn leaves begin to fall

Copyright C R Clark-3/15/82

C R Clark

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