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You shall count seven full weeks,
From the day of the Sabbath;
Of the sheaf that one seeks,
The wave offering that hath.
You shall count up to fifty days,
After the seventh Sabbath;
The grain offering always,
To the Lord upon His path.
You bring from your dwelling place,
Two loaves of bread to be waved;
Bake with leaven by His grace,
As first fruits for to be saved.
You shall present with the bread,
Seven lambs without blemish;
And two rams that are purebred,
And a bull that you cherish.
They shall be a burnt offering,
To the Lord who is your God;
For mulling and pondering,
While you honor and laud.
Pleasing aroma from food,
With offerings of a drink;
That will put you in the mood,
As you take some time to think.
Offer a goat for your sin,
As well as two year-old sheep;
The sacrifice will begin,
From the labor that you reap.
The priest shall wave with the bread,
Of the firstfruits as a wave;
With the two lambs that had bled,
To be holy as to save.
They are holy to the Lord,
And you shall also proclaim;
For being in one accord,
That He has a sacred name.
A holy convocation,
No ordinary labor;
To start an invocation,
Inviting of your neighbor.
Reap the harvest of your land,
To the edge never to reap;
So that any hired hand,
And they are able to keep.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Feast of Weeks
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