Our Harwest
Harvest time is here LORD
Oh how I wish to thank THEE
Joyfull sounds across the field
Families know blessings yeild
Months of planning paying off
Sadness broken to it s core
Once again we may not ignore
YOUR steadfast love that \'s forsure
Painful though when we ignore
Our faith decides the final score
Bountiful as THY mercy be
A ray of hope THOU art to me
Blessings stowed upon success
Constant prayer ensured the rest
Anchored in THINE love we \' d stay
No man should ever forget to pray
as with another season we just may
Need THINE grace unforgetably so
whilst new harwest might not grow
LORD you \'d be the first to know