The Combine Roars

The harvest season is such a special time of the year.

And I've never read anything that does a better job of explaining why than what you're gonna read below.

Enjoy this beautiful piece of poetry written by one of my close friends.

Grace & Peace & Love to you all -

Matt

The Day the Combine Roars

Evan Severson

It happens every autumn,

as the summer colors fade.  

The fields of grain begin to ripen, 

showing forth the bounty that has been made.

Colors of red and orange appear,

on sun dried leaves of green.  

And faded stalks of corn expose, 

the golden grain within their leaves.

"Harvest is near!", the Farmer cries, 

and his hopes begin to soar.

For one day soon he knows,

the combine will begin to roar.

The day at last arrives,

and the crop is finally ready.  

The sky is blue and clear; 

the wind crisp and steady.

The Farmer stands by his field,

and gazes to his delight; 

to see the ripened field of grain, 

saying only,"I'll bring you home before tonight."

Then he climbs aboard the machine,

and turns the motor over.  

Oh, the wonderful sound of the combine 

as it begins to roar!

Now don't be saddened by the harvest, 

for it was the Master's plan. 

And one day too will be our day, 

to reach God's promised land.

Each one of us a seed, 

planted by God himself;  

To grow mature and ripen,

like the crop itself.

Gathered together in the end, 

and brought home to be kept in His store. 

Oh why then should we not pray,

for the day the combine roars.