The Harvest Is Plenteous
The Harvest Is Plenteous*
Written: by Miracle Man
1-9-2020
In chasing filthy lucre, notoriety, or fame,
We allow these to take us out of God’s game.
We accumulate earthly goods, all timely spaced,
And in this pursuit, allow God, to be displaced.
But nothing in life comes without affixed cost,
Shouldn’t we be witnessing, trying to win the lost?
Of what importance are earthly things we pursue?
When the harvest is plenteous but laborers are few.
As I look at prophecy I believe time is short,
Until God’s declares time finished and HE’LL abort.
Don’t let other things suck the air from the room,
But watch and pray for the return of the groom.
*Matthew 9:37
“Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few;”
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