The seed has been planted,
for each nation to hear
the fields are now ready
harvest time is nearly here.
The season is turning ripe,
the time is drawing close
soon our Savior will come
but the hour no one knows.
The Word has gone out,
the desert rose is a bloom
in God’s heavenly mansion
there’s still plenty of room.
The showers have increased,
the outpouring is on the rise
the day Jesus comes will be
like a twinkling in our eyes.
The soil has been prepared,
the sacrifice has been made
time is running out
for lost souls to be swayed.
The message of hope continues,
it will to the very end . . .
still we don’t how much longer
the time God plans to extend!
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And another angel came out
of the temple, crying with a
loud voice to him that sat on
the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle,
and reap: for the time is come
for thee to reap; for the harvest
of the earth is ripe.
“But of that day and hour
knoweth no man,
no, not the angels of heaven,
but my Father only.”
King James Version
Public Domain
Copyright 2013 Revised 2022
Deborah Ann Belka
~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann 