These words have been on my mind for the past few weeks. This morning I decided to post and share them. As I've not just sung through, but really pondered on these words, I've thought of how I can be more grateful and express that gratitude in word and in deed.
The Lord really is our provider. And…as we are pure and faithful, true to what we've been entrusted, the eternal harvest will be great and worth every effort.
Come, ye thankful people, come;
Raise the song of harvest home.
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin.
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied.
Come to God's own temple, come;
Raise the song of harvest home. All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield,
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear.
Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. Hymn #94
Happy Time of Giving Thanks and Aligning Our Will With His!!!