The flour that makes the golden crust
Was first the wheat of gold -
And, planted in the early spring,
Withstood the springtime cold.
It grew and swelled in summer’s heat
Was reaped in August’s sun –
And its golden grains provide the loaves
Enjoyed by everyone.
Behold the sunflower’s golden face
Which heralds autumn days –
With neck outstretched to touch the sun,
Gilt petals all ablaze.
At harvest time we give our thanks
And loud our voices raise.
Flour and flowers bedeck our church
And to God we give Him praise.
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