Fall, the golden fields are glistening,
Sunlight running through their veins,
Light the food of souls awakening,
Reflecting God’s immortal rein.
Breezes shimmer brilliant colors,
Worn by leaves before they fall,
Still a shadow of the brilliance,
Of the One who rules o’er all.
How I long to see the harvest,
How I long to be the grain,
Gathered in His loving kindness,
To live in His eternal name.