He came to bring the Mourners Joy

Neither say they in their Heart, Let us now fear the Lord our God, that giveth Rain, both the former and the latter, in his Season: He reserveth unto us the appointed Weeks of the Harvest.

We come before You to rejoice in your Mercy and give Thanks to You, Lord of the Harvest. Your gentle fatherly Hand has once again blessed our Land and filled our Barns with an abundant Harvest.

Graciously accept our whole hearted Praise, and deepen our feeling of Thanks for all the good You have done for us. We thank You for your Faithfulness and dedicate our Life to You.

And as your Love gives us our daily Bread, awaken our Compassion to see and feel our Brother’s Need. You love the Rich and Poor and give to each what they need; yes, enough to share with Others.

With your blessing every Thing has turned out well in the Field we cultivated. But are the Seeds of Faith ripening that God’s Son sowed in His harvest Field? When He looks at us, are we a Field that is growing and blooming for Him?

We must prevent the busy Enemy from sowing Weeds! Lord, let the Fruit of your Word grow far and wide, so that we may bring Sheaves of Praise on that great Harvest Day! Amen.