Fields are full of combines, threshing ripened grain <br />Trucks are hauling bounty, to the bin and to the train. <br />Barley, wheat, canola, and all the crops of worth <br />Harvesting a miracle, bread and oil from dirt. <br /> <br />So after all the sweat and toil the grain is in the bin <br />Another good year, some more nice yields, satisfaction <br />But before we get too proud and vain, let's remember one more thing <br />Without the grace of God we are and remain nothing. <br /> <br />We go and plant the seeds with the very best of care <br />Fertilize and spray to protect whatever's there <br />But there's still one thing that's beyond our realm of control <br />Is what makes that little seed awaken up and grow. <br /> <br />So let's thank our Lord for blessings, for abundance in the fields <br />For water and for sunlight, for the reaping of the yields <br />For bountiful safe harvest, for all that is in store <br />For strength in times of trouble when we knock upon His door.<br /><br />Louie Vetter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-blessings/
