THE POET'S CORNER ARCHIVES

"Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together."

 -- John 4:35,36

"Then Cometh Harvest"

Are you working in the Harvest;

Bringing in the sheaves;

Or, sitting idly on the sidelines;

While the Holy Spirit grieves?

This is not the time to shirk,

There are souls yet to be won.

The day is almost over,

It's the setting of the sun.

When the Lord counts your sheaves,

Will they be many; or, be few?

Each sheaf is a precious soul,

In Heaven because of you.

"Lord, I cannot reap today;

My finances are so few.

I have to make a living first;

And then I'll work for you.

It's just too hot, it makes me ill.

I'll come tonight when the air is cool."

Says the Lord, "The time's too short,

To think of just yourself is cruel!"

Will you try to make excuse;

And suffer shame before His gaze?

Or, will you have a garner full,

And be rejoicing in His praise?

Wouldn't it be wonderful

To hear the Savior say,

"Well done, thou faithful servant!"

On that grand and glorious day?

The message is to just believe

Christ paid your price for sin.

It's not by works of righteousness;

But faith that gets you in,

To a life that is eternal,

No assurance should you lack.

Sealed by the Holy Spirit,

And never taken back!

When we gather up in Heaven,

And the Harvest is all in,

Will your family be the ones,

You did not have time to win?

Or, will you rejoice in wages full;

And gain the soul winner's crown?

Not a crown to wear in pride;

But at the Savior's feet cast down.

Behold, this message give I unto you,

The fields are already white.

There's not much time left to reap,

For, Christ may come tonight!"