The Harvest - Poem by Mary Legacy
Harvest time is here --
the end of a bountiful year
of sowing and reaping.
How blest are we, oh, God,
to have tilled the sod
and beheld the fertile soil
bring forth the crops.
You sent the sun and the rain
to nourish the corn, the grain,
vegetables and fruits.
We watched them grow,
row on row.
Your tender care kept us strong and
able to tend the land,
from which comes our living.
Without you, we'd have no
harvest to enjoy.
We feast in celebration ---
with grateful hearts and elation.
Thank you, Lord, for the mercy and love
you've showered on us from above.
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