~ An Hour
Do you not say, "Four months more
then the harvest?"
I tell you, open your eyes
and look at the fields!
They are ripe for
Even now the reaper draws his
even now he harvests the crop for
so that the sower and the
reaper may be glad together.
A chill in
the air, a sweater is needed,
Leaves are turning colors and cider is greeted
With happy smiles and a warm hello
Itís Autumn, and I love it so!!!
Rain showers give way to afternoon sun
Work mulching the garden spot has begun,
Turning death and dying into new hope,
Nourishing the soil, for springtimeís new crop.
Turning the soil, and letting it rest,
Through winterís harsh weather, for it is best
For planting of springís seedlings, they grow
straight and tall
Beginning the process, we complete in the fall.
Kids dressed in costumes, looking for treats,
Pumpkins made into Jack-O lanterns, some even
Football games, homecoming, Harvest Festivals
Christmas Crafts and Bake Sales in every small
The seasonís roll by us, we canít stop the flow,
Streams turn to Ice Rinks, after winterís first
These late days of Autumn are those I love most.
Evening time and fireplaces and burning leaves
Thank You, Precious Lord, for Frosty Pumpkins.
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Music: His Eye Is
On The Sparrow"
Words and Music By Charles Gabriel
Sequenced by Redsal
Used With Permission