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October is the month, when the leaves peak in color.
Jesus painted them with gold, orange red and yellow.
Deep with love, each one was painted,
His handiwork was shown,

so tenderly, on each delicate leaf...

October speaks much more to me,
It's the month my beloved son would
leave, to be by the Savior's throne.
God knew the month, date and time,
that He'd take my precious son home.

He, like the leaves, started off so green,
than blossomed and too, filled his
character with color.
God's timing was right,
I now can see.
God wanted him home, even though
his life, wasn't quite ripe.

I look outside the window, at the leaves
that passed their peak,
knowing my son had never got there,
but in a better place does sleep.

October will always mean more to me,
then the beauty of the landscape.
My son is hidden in the trees,
I see him in the colored leaves,

waving to me, in the October breeze.

Written by Janet Ford

(Robert G Ford ...1971-2003 )
Went to be with the Lord...Oct. 17th...

By girlsisy

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