Humble Knoll

Hello my Lord, I sing for the harvest from thee. Just one hymn of praise, from me to you, Thank you for guiding, my rows of seed they see. Blessings of warmth and rain, you gave true. Both sun and moon keep watch, by you they do. Universal glory, given from your precious heart, I shall always give thanks, to you from the start. The harvests you have given, each year with love. Blessed are we that partake, of what you provide. Seeds planted in chastity, transcended from above. Your glorious power enriches the land in pride. Nurtures our bodies, feeds our soul, as you decide. Hear these words, though meager from my soul. I pray, for a harvest of love, upon this humble knoll.