Harvesting Bounty

Abundant was the harvest, Lord.

The work of many days
Has led to such a bounty that
I lift a heartfelt praise.
 
I had no thought through spring’s bright chill
Or summer’s steamy haze
That autumn would be filled with grace  
Enough for winter’s daze,
 
But here I am, still harvesting,
And grateful for the ways
That You have blessed me through the years
With bounties that amaze.