Harvest The Blessings
I have seen small flocks of birds,
And signs of Fall is near,
Falling leaves,
And cooler breeze;
Soon Thanksgiving will be here.
Everyday is blessing day in service to our Lord,
And Fall prepares the earth for rest.
So bring the harvest in;
Let winter then begin,
And offer up our very best.
Let then our hearts prepare His feast
For our Father promises the yield,
Blessings from above,
Returned to Him with love,
If we have but plowed the fiel
