HARVEST TIME
When the fields are golden ready for the harvest time,
Everyone works hard to gather in the ripened grain,
No one ever shirks, all do their part in every clime
To fill the big barns and silos so we can eat again.

Even in small gardens the food is gathered home,
Eaten fresh or preserved to be used much later on,
Farmers meet in markets so we do not have to roam
To gather in our food before the fall is past on gone.

Now we of know other fields white ready for the harvest,
People waiting to hear about the gospel, ready to be saved,
Have we just a little time that we can so wisely invest
In seeking out those who long for truth have craved.

In the fields of ripening souls the season is year round,
Both the sewing of the seeds and the reaping to do,
Do not, come the judgement day, without a sickle be found,
We should be earnest in our labours to see the great work through.

Look around at the harvest that is waiting for us today,
Pick up the tools of the gospel press ever forward,
Work with a will the harvest to gather in safely away
In the arms of the Jesus, which is our great reward.

M Ann Margetson © August 16, 2001