Harvest Blessings Poem by Louie Vetter

Fields are full of combines, threshing ripened grain
Trucks are hauling bounty, to the bin and to the train.
Barley, wheat, canola, and all the crops of worth
Harvesting a miracle, bread and oil from dirt.

So after all the sweat and toil the grain is in the bin
Another good year, some more nice yields, satisfaction
But before we get too proud and vain, let's remember one more thing
Without the grace of God we are and remain nothing.

We go and plant the seeds with the very best of care
Fertilize and spray to protect whatever's there
But there's still one thing that's beyond our realm of control
Is what makes that little seed awaken up and grow.

So let's thank our Lord for blessings, for abundance in the fields
For water and for sunlight, for the reaping of the yields
For bountiful safe harvest, for all that is in store
For strength in times of trouble when we knock upon His door.