Just One More~

One More Memory~
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The fall leaves are a' changing,
and the wind blows through the leaves.
Our lives always rearranging,
sand slipped through a sieve.

I see the lake a' rising,

and coming into view.
I'm here to make a memory,
one more day with you.

How many are we promised?
There is no way to know.
I might only have just one more day,
before I have to go.

So walk the lake and hold my hand,
and hear the autumn come.
While we make one more memory,
before God calls us home.


Ruby Jeanette