Harvest

© 2007 by Dennis L. Harrison

Luke 10:2
Therefore he said to them,
“The harvest truly is great,
but the laborers are few.
Pray to the Lord of the harvest
that he will send forth laborers into his harvest.”

John 4:35
Say not, there is yet four months
and then comes the harvest.
“Behold,” I say unto you,
“Lift up your eyes and look on the fields,
for they are white already to harvest.”

The days are getting shorter,
And the morning’s cooler now.
I can hear the thunder,
And I can see the clouds afar-
Signs that wintertime
Is getting near.

Will you help me with the harvest?
Time is growing short.
The field is white for the harvest.
And the laborers are few.

Spring’s the time for planting.
Summer’s past, can’t water now.
Grab your rake and sickle,
Basket, and your pruning shears.
Meet the Lord of harvest in His field.
And He said,

Get your horse and wagon;
You can use my thrashing floor.
Gather, glean, and garner;
It’ll be too late tomorrow.
Now harvest the first fruits of My field.

You know to everything, there is a season,
And there is a time to reap.
Can’t you hear His voice?
The Master’s calling,
There is no more time to sleep.

“Will you help Me with the harvest?
Time is growing short.
The field is white for the harvest.
And the laborers are few.”

And the laborers are few.
And the laborers are few.