Hymn of Harvest
In furrowed ground we plant the tiny seeds
Each one a grain of God’s divinity
Promises of bounty yet to be
Under rain and sun – waiting patiently
With faith and hope - we tend the seeds each day
Toiling hands driving petulance away
Knowing in every seed there is a life
In darkness rising up toward the light
In His light - the barren fields – turn to gold
As one by one the truth - of each unfolds
Wheat, flax and barley stand – in endless rows
We come at last - to reap what God has sewn
With grateful hearts we sing Him hymns of praise
Rejoicing in His love – this Harvest Day
Written Sept. 2, 2009
2nd place in Brian Strand's contest 'Hymn of Harvest'
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