Flowers
over the wall and limbs hanging low,
What
a sight to behold.
God’s
crop is where His message must go,
And
we reap what we sow.
Petals
float gently across plains on the air,
One
can’t help but to stare,
And
Hummingbirds dart through here and there,
Life
lived without a care.
Satisfied
I’m satisfied
Thy grace is sufficient for me
And all things are glorified
Are glorified in Thee
Palms
rising high and clouds stretching low,
What
a sight to behold.
The
fields are ready and the workers will go,
God
will reap what He sows.
And
with a harvest sown the reaping’s in the air,
One
can’t help but to stare,
So
worker’s too few will go here and there,
For
life’s good when you care.
Satisfied
I’m satisfied
Thy grace is sufficient for me
And all things are glorified
Are glorified in Thee
The
aftermath of a harvest brought low,
God’s
Son knew the way He must go,
Pre-known
from God’s seed we sow.
Satisfied
I’m satisfied
Thy grace is sufficient for me
And all things are glorified
Are glorified in Thee
Selah 
A Harvest Sown by Ronhales Psalm 89:4