Show A PRAYER IN HARVEST TIME by ANNE CAMPBELL ORD breathe upon thy meadows L LOUD thy cool and tranquil breath the cornfields need the silver OS of rain to stay their death the fields are parched and swoon swooning ling beneath the suns suna fierce beat the woodland green Is fading scorched by the noonday heat lord fan the clover blossoms that faint beneath the sun and save the climbing roses they wilt when night Is done set clouds above my pathway where now the hot sun stings and spread above the highway the shadow of thy wings lord send a cool breeze blowing across the city street and on vie dusty roadways where town and country meet send down thy rain to bless us and lift thy sacred hand to comfort with thy blessing A weary land copyright service |