Come Ye Thankful People, Come!

Happy Thanksgiving!
This is my favorite Thanksgiving hymn -
sung every year in the Presbyterian church
I grew up in.
Just wouldn't be Thanksgiving without it!


Come Ye Thankful People, Come


Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.

We Plow The Fields And Scatter ~

This wheat field is precious to me.
For it once belonged to my grandfather, and later, my uncle.
I often saw my uncle riding out on his tractor
to work it - would have loved to come along!


We Plow The Fields And Scatter


We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land,

But it is fed and watered by God’s almighty hand;

He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain,

The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain.

He only is the Maker of all things near and far;

He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star;

The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed;

Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread.

We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good,

The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food;

No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts,

But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts.

All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above,

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord for all His love.

(Matthias Claudius)

Sabbath Rest ~

Shabbat Shalom!



Harvest

Autumn in Kansas brings

many beautiful and unusual sights -

like this looonnnggg row

of round hay bales!

An Autumn Greeting

"Come," said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
"Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

(Anonymous)

Another unusual sight

is all the cold rain we've had here lately -

very unusual for Kansas in November -

Brrrrr!!!

One Little Leaf . . .

One little leaf . . .  ⇝〽

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                                                                   drifting

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Shalom & Stitchin'!!

I purchased this sweet little stitchery piece

many years ago in a thrift store.

It has become one of my treasures!

Just wanted to share it with you

and wish everyone here

Shabbat Shalom!

God's Mosaic

It's harvest time in Kansas -

Milo harvest, that is!

The last harvest of the year here.

It is brought in by the semi-trucks

and deposited in two HUGE piles at the edge

of our little town.

Each pile is several stories high,

and nearly a block long!

Soon it will be headed out of town

in the train cars that roll along

the track in front of it.

How they do that is a mystery to me!

It is used to make feed for cattle.

But I think God intended it

to add some spectacular

Autumn color to our little town

before Winter comes!