The Harvest

From the horizon as the sun rises,
To the sounthern rivers flow,
The wind blows,
The flowers bloom,
The grass glimmers in the sun's afternoon,
The sound from the flowing rivers confirming it is time,
Time to be thankful to The Shield;
Time to go into the field,
and have the God-given promise,
All is green,
All is ripe,
All is ready to take in on the scene,
As a chosen people.
It is time,
we should all be strengthened,
For the harvest gives a transformation,
Conformation to The Supreme,
A revelation revealed and to be taken in only by the chosen...
The chosen generation.
This harvest gives a full replenish to the soul,
Deep, like the river flows,
The soul will yearn deeply for the harvest's Father,
As lives move together
With His heart,
His mind and soul,
And His ambiance fills each soul,
...and overflows,
As our hearts and His beat as one.