When Summer meets fall
It is with gentleness to all
The Harvest moon sets
itself in great sight
Of the beautiful sunset
Saying, "Good night".
The flowers fold
And drop their Glory.
Preparing the way for God's precious Story.
Golden are the fields laid before the Master.
"Come home, Sir," they seem to say
Waiting and preparing for His glorious Day.
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It is with gentleness to all
The Harvest moon sets
itself in great sight
Of the beautiful sunset
Saying, "Good night".
The flowers fold
And drop their Glory.
Preparing the way for God's precious Story.
Golden are the fields laid before the Master.
"Come home, Sir," they seem to say
Waiting and preparing for His glorious Day.
= Student
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