Anglican
Member
- Joined
- Nov 2, 2009
- Messages
- 358
The fields are ripe
The harvest's here
But who is there to reap
The countless land
Of ripened corn
That ends up in a heap
If only we were energised
To activate our calling
We could change their destiny
Preventing them from falling
Into the bowels of darkness
That seems to be their fate
The gospel preached into their lives
Would mean it's not too late
To turn around and choose the One
Who sent His only child
To give us all another chance
To be God reconciled.
The harvest's here
But who is there to reap
The countless land
Of ripened corn
That ends up in a heap
If only we were energised
To activate our calling
We could change their destiny
Preventing them from falling
Into the bowels of darkness
That seems to be their fate
The gospel preached into their lives
Would mean it's not too late
To turn around and choose the One
Who sent His only child
To give us all another chance
To be God reconciled.
