The Harvest
I would that your need
be to find the path straight
that your hearts rise above
and be harvested in glory
I would that the seed
Which was planted with love
be fruitful by faith
and be harvested in glory
I would from the start
that your minds be the same
as the standard you were made by
and was worthy of me even then
I would that your innermost parts
do awake and remember my name
and the hope therein gave I
of glory that transforms the children of men
Whereby understood, when this truth be told
will the doors of my trapped unlock
For the day of my wrath is ever so near
and the time of the harvest of glory
Seek the sheep that are without the fold
for the shepherd soon comes for his flock
Seek the lost that his voice when they hear
may come in and be harvested in glory
For behold I give sight
when the hearts for old reins make amends
for I would that you yet see my face
and great be the harvest of glory
For my flames scorch the night
till they destroy its end
till my waters of Life flow with grace
and you that are mine shall be harvested in glory...
Matt 24:30-31: And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven:
and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the
Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great
glory. And he shall send his angels with a sound of a trumpet,
and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds,
from one end of heaven to the other
Copyright © Diana Mohammed | Year Posted 2012
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