Harvest Time  

The harvest is ready, the fields are pure white,

Come get ready to take flight,

To worlds unknown to shine the light.

 

The fields are ready but the laborers are few,

Come get ready to share the “Good News”,

To the worlds that are dying in their sins.

 

The harvest is ready, its time to bring them in

Come call them in from the fields of sin

To pray the wandering ones to Him

 

By Heather M Palmer
November 15, 2003

For Harvest Time Chapel

 

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