An Apple Fell Upon the Ground

by Ralph Randolph Sawyer
(Houston, Texas)

An apple fell upon the ground
It fell well short of me when found
Somehow I was glad to see
An apple coming from this tree
The hope of harvest days begins
And so we give Him praise and win

There is fresh fruit from the tree
And there is still hope for humanity
Darker days may be ahead
But we are still truly led
To give thanks for the apple in hand
And to be proud of our dear land

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