Harvest Rolls In
We see too much with mortal sight,
Yet truth still hides beyond our light.
Though science builds and minds invent,
With clever tools and wise intent.
Smart farms arise, the waters flow,
But life itself? God makes it grow.
His Hand is veiled, yet ever near,
In every sprout, His touch is clear.
Though hearts are torn by sin and pain,
And bitter fruit is ours to gain,
The Cross stood tall where mercy bled,
And love revived what once was dead.
Because He lives, we plant in trust,
Though soil is dry and tools may rust.
We sow with hope, no fear nor haste,
And leave the rest to Heaven’s grace.
So let us work with steady hands,
For growth and yield are His commands.
In faith we toil, in love we stand
Though harvest rolls in at His command.
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