Harvest
"The fields are ripe unto harvest, but the laborers are few." John 4: 35-36
The inner cities are crumbling, crime, and murder, too
Youth are bored out of their minds with nothing to do
Where are the resources to help end the pain
Of the abundance of murders, happening over and over again
Gangs are their families and their support each day
Where are the moms ~working? or day and night play
Dads have disappeared, grandma has to fill the gap
Sometimes there is a grandpa and sometimes zap
Out on the fringes of the cities, rural life seems some better
Crime is still happening, where the law is not followed to the letter
The young mature men of today, step up and be a mentor
Give hope and encouragement that you have in store
Young women who have jobs and some time
How can you help a person to keep down crime
There has to be some kind of lessons you can teach
Maybe how to cook, garden, or sew where the lessons don't preach
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