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He sat on the same old park bench, for this was his regular way
Watching the changing leaves fall, as he did most every day
Children were running and playing, he could hear them laughing nearby
As their moms stood guard among them, keeping a keen close eye
It was a scene he deeply cherished, one normal for this time of year
The warm colors and brisk chill told him autumn was finally here
This season stood apart for him, he felt it was the best one of all
For it held deep memories, so many so easy to recall
He remembered early school days, and times out playing with friends
Oh the joy of carefree moments, it was like they’d never ever end
He thought of being home with his parents, two younger brothers as well
A loving family, a simple home, a memory that made his heart swell
Then he pondered that special December walk, years ago one day late after school
When he escorted a lovely young lady home, an encounter that would become fuel
For from there grew more moments, laughter, and talks about life
He didn’t know it just then, that he would one day call her his wife
Sitting alone on that park bench, he began to move slowly through the years
Recalling the many tough challenges, and grateful for the victories over fear
Raising a family, making their way, day by day building a home
The many mistakes made, many lessons learned, the many obstacles overcome
They had their share of struggles and heartaches, they were no strangers to pain
But they remained truly committed, no matter how fierce or intense the rain
For surely life had its moments, many filled with roses so sweet
But often those roses had thorns, bringing new challenges to meet
They knew of times of abundance, they also understand deep lack
They enjoyed many days of vast sunshine, they also endured nights deeply black
But through it all they knew Jesus and of His great power to provide
A steady and stable presence, a sure and safe place to abide
As he watched the children play, thinking of all in life he’d been through
He thanked his Precious Savior for being the love that was always so true
He quietly prayed for each child, asking the Master to bless all their days
And that they would know God profoundly, closely always follow His ways
So many things passed through his mind, so many images crossed his heart
He thought of all the days he’d seen, all stamped with grace’s clear mark
He rose to leave his favorite bench, for this day would soon have to cease
And he prayed once more, for the little ones, that in Jesus they would always find peace
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