* Shouting Hallaluah* Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

I'm walking in the sunshine
Across the new mown field
Talking with my Father
To see what it will yield.

Shouting Hallaluah
Shouting Praises to the Lord
Singing all His praises
'N spreading far His word.

So many we have gathered
So many brought to Him,
Filling up His Chariot
Filling it to the brim.

Shouting Hallaluah
Shouting Praises to the Lord
Singing all His praises
'N spreading far His word.

For now the fields are ripened
And the grain a golden hue
Ripened for the gathering
Of His faithful chosen few.

Shouting Hallaluah
Shouting Praises to the Lord
Singing all His praises
'N spreading far His word.

Singing Glory to the Father
Singing Glory to the Son
Depending on the Spirit
Joy to the Chosen One.

Shouting Hallaluah
Shouting Praises to the Lord
Singing all His praises
'N spreading far His word.

3-23-2015
Written by Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms Caaroline