by Susan Nikitenko
(Ohio)
September 12th, 2011
The garden leaves fall to the ground:
My face looks up while they fall down.
Without making one single sound;
Like flowers they lay all around.
Leaves whisking here and whipping there;
While Autumn winds sing Autumn's song.
God's creatures they must sing along;
While they're gathering all day long.
The Summer flowers are faded now;
The gardens need much love and care.
Winter knocks at the door of fall;
"Gather the Harvest! Gather it All!"
Autumn's song is the harvest song;
Can you hear the warning winds?
Calling now for you to repent:
Before the Autumn season ends.
Jesus is coming to gather;
He calls to the wandering ones.
The winds of harvest are changing
The will of the Father be done.
O come reap the harvest of hope;
A bountiful harvest of love.
Jesus our Saviors is coming;
To take us to our home above.
"Gather the harvest Lord, gather it all;"
The trumpet of heaven leads this call.
The leaves are falling, heavens calling;
"Gather the harvest , gather it all."
We've worked, we've sown and we've grown;
The garden is ready to glean.
And now winter cries out, Prepare!
Jesus is very, very near.
Jesus is very, very near.
Winter cries out, Prepare!
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