John 4:35
“Do you not say, ‘There are yet four months, then comes the harvest’?
Look, I tell you, lift up your eyes and see that the fields are white for harvest.”
Can you see the harvest with its urgent joy?
Can you see the harvest with its pressing grace?
Every moment threatens its eternal loss.
Hail and drought and locusts risk a dying race.
Sin and pride and ignorance steal away their hope.
The harvest time is near. This is our one chance
To open men's hearts to divine romance.
Will you join the harvest for the souls of men?
Will you join the harvest ere all hope is lost.
Pray for those whose lives are wasting in the field.
Telling them of Jesus will be worth the cost.
Showing them the Savior who can change their lives.
The harvest time is here. It’s our only chance
To open their hearts to divine romance.
This poem was published in I AM, Poetic Reflections Through The Gospel of John.
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