Praises for the Harvest

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The song like breath it dances
It dances in the evening
Cross golden grain its waving
Deft fingers they are strumming
Strumming the harvest grain

The golden grain is waving
In the breeze it’s waiving
And workers lift their voices
Lift voices while they harvest
The golden harvest grain

Their harvest tools are flashing
Flashing in the brilliance
And while their tools are flashing
You can hear the rhythm
Rhythm and verse ascending

Ascending with emotion
Heart felt emotion pouring
As you hear them singing
With joy you hear them singing
Amidst the harvest grain

With song they are rejoicing
With song they set to praising
Praising the God of glory
A Holy God of Glory
Who makes the harvest grain

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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