~ The Finishing
Touches ~
Once upon a Harvest Moon I
saw The Reaper in The Sky
In His Hand was a Mowing
Blade, Toward Me He Did Draw Nigh.
I asked Him - then - Had He
Come, To Thresh The Mowing Floor
He answered not but looked
away, He had more Plans yet In Store.
I breathed a sigh of Quick
Relief, To know He spared me of the pain
Of knowing what was still to
come, Would follow The Latter Rain.
But then I asked just one
more time, What do You have in mind
Will You rise up and give
The Word, To the world You’ve been so kind.
Now, Is Come, My Last
Appearing; Before All will be said and done
Don your robes and light
your lamps; The Finishing Touches Are Almost Done!
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