SEPTEMBER

September.

September and barns are filled with grain

From tiny seeds planted in the earth

Warmed by the Sun and fed by the rain

A wonderous miracle has given birth

To field's of corn that has has grown so high

The big fat ears reach right up to the sky

Waving proudly to all who stop to survey

The beautiful scene when passing this way

Masses of berries make a wonderous sight

And nuts ripe-brown hang from every tree

Where ever we look we see God's might

In what he's provided for you and for me

Father we thank you for filling our need

Help us to act in thought, word and deed

In a way that will always be pleasing to you

With your love and forgiveness to see us through

Stan Davenport.

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