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In the Meadow

Netzach

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Dec 28, 2023
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Uganda
There's a signal by means of a flared bell,

A loud and bright penetrating tone

Upon the herbs is a fine cloud of mist in the heat of harvest

The flower is a ripened grape

Clusters of inflorescences

Compact growth on the plants

Masses of flowers at their point of readiness

My love, He spends the night in the fields of the country

In houses of villages which have no wall round about them

They shall go out in jubilee, redeemed

Their cheeks too will be like sweetly scented beds of spices

Pruning hooks cut off spreading branches

In preparation,

An exotic bloom is cultivated for its beauty

This day and upward, vivid evidence of godly judgment

Fruitfullness, richness of the land.

Pomegranates are upon the robe of a people

even the foundation of the temple

Our grain, our plants will be counted a blessing

while the seed is still in the barn, wine is served

A clean harvest is offered

So early they will flourish, the tender grape appear

A ransom for all, death has seen no repentance in Your eyes

Force out, therefore, the labourers into your harvest.

Let the present be brought unto You

for a people scattered and peeled


Amen