A   HARVEST   SOWN

 

 

Flowers over the wall and limbs hanging low,

What a sight to behold.

Godís crop is where His message must go,

And we reap what we sow.

Petals float gently across plains on the air,

One canít help but to stare,

And Hummingbirds dart through here and there,

Life lived without a care.

Satisfied

Iím satisfied

Thy grace is sufficient for me

And all things are glorified

Are glorified in Thee

 

Palms rising high and clouds stretching low,

What a sight to behold.

The fields are ready and the workers will go,

God will reap what He sows.

And with a harvest sown the reapingís in the air,

One canít help but to stare,

So workerís too few will go here and there,

For lifeís good when you care.

Satisfied

Iím satisfied

Thy grace is sufficient for me

And all things are glorified

Are glorified in Thee

 

The aftermath of a harvest brought low,

Godís Son knew the way He must go,

Pre-known from Godís seed we sow.

Satisfied

Iím satisfied

Thy grace is sufficient for me

And all things are glorified

Are glorified in Thee

 

                                                                                                                                         Selah   

A Harvest Sown by Ronhales                                                                                                                                           Psalm 89:4

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