Fruit Divine
Cool and rainy Saturday
Water for the fields
A halo arching from the heavens
Of grapes, sweet, the yield
Thankful to The Lord our God
And in His vine Abide
In clusters tightly bursting tall
Draping as they fall
Dropping into eager hands
Or mouths that cannot wait
Jelly jars a’counting
For The Lord gives fruit divine
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Kg. ’14