BEHOLDING THE HARVEST

 

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When I behold the seasons change

From wintry snow to springtime rain,

I see far more than eye beholds

A deeper wisdom than has been told.

I see a Love, Divine and fair

That wakes the dead to blossoms rare,

And bids the planted seed to grow

Into the harvest fields aglow.

I see far more than eye beholds

Of baskets full and leaves of gold,

I see His love and constant care

His bounty of the earth to share.

©ruthellinger2000