My Harvest Was At the Cross
My Harvest Was at The Cross
Written: by Tom Wright
10-11-2016
I hear ministers expound on seed planting
And the harvest that I’m ever guaranteed
I’m perplexed by those who’s incessant ranting
Preach doctrines whose intent is to mislead
I never plant seed for a return expected
And God isn’t bound to a harvest windfall
It isn’t something owed and uncollected
This kind of teaching always fails to enthrall
My seed are applied to a debt of the past
Interest on a note that I can never repay
Jesus cared for me when I was an outcast
His death at the cross is my hope for today
No profession or calling is immune
From those seeking to separate you from something;
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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