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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Its Harvest Time

From sky to stream and flowers that bloom,
Your presence everywhere I see.
A God of beauty from above,
Far above the highest tree.

When the wheat is gathered from the tares,
Your lovely face I'll see,
Sitting upon your throne in glory.
Your holiness will set me free.

You said the harvest  is great,
For we have work to bear,
Before the reapers work is done,
In the heat of the noon-days glare.

Today the morning is bright and fair,
Time to spread God's word,
The harvest is truly coming,
When the stillness of the night is heard.

Copyright- Tracy Kauffman- 2016

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