T’was a week before harvest when all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lamb.
The farmers were praying, on their knees, in their lairs,
In the hope that a crop, soon would be there.
The seeds were all planted, watered and sown,
While the vision of
a harvest in their minds was grown.
The farmers with the oxen, ploughing the field,
Put their hope in producing a vast crop yield.
Then out on the earth the rain did pour,
The grains would then grow ten times more.
And then to the pastures the workers went,
They gathered the harvest that God had sent.
The farmers were thankful and praised His name,
And all through the land the people did the same.
Haleiuyah, Haleiuyah they said,
“Thank you Lord, for like the birds of the sky we’ve also been provided for and fed!”