As the Harvest sun starts to set
My work remains unfinished yet.
Spirit is willing… flesh is weak,
Color fading from my cheek.
Many thoughts enter my mind
As this day now passes behind.
My heart sinks in sorrow
For the moments that passed by…
Moments spent in spilling tears
Tears from a burdened cry.
Why this distraction now …why?
Ashamed of my foolish crime-
In wasting God’s precious time.
While the Harvest sun is over us,
There is plenty to do for Lord Jesus.
Beautiful outstretched beams,
Shine upon His golden fields
Where grasses gently reach and sway.
“Father, guide the field laborers
Who tend to the growing grain...
And when the Harvest Sun must set
May the Windows of Heaven send
To us… your purifying rain.”
Matthew 9: 37 Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous,
but the labourers are few; 38 Pray ye therefore the Lord
of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.
Blessed be those of His willing to labor now while the Harvest is ripe; they will receive their reward and rest in full as they cross over to the land flowing with milk and honey and into that mansion where He prepares a place for them. Thank you for your heart-felt words, Julie, and blessings to you this day. Jody