Autumn's Song Is The Harvest Song

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!