Harvest Time

Mark 4:24-29

Take heed on all that you hear,
What you give is what you get;
Still more to be so do not fear,
God ensures your needs are met.

To him who has more be given,
Whoever has not will be taken;
The rewards are rich in Heaven,
The righteous not to be forsaken.

Heaven is like scattering seeds,
Night and day you watch it grow;
In nurturing them you pull weeds,
How seed sprouts you do not know.

The earth produces it on its own,
First the blade as it is taking root;
It begins to ripen as it has grown,
Till harvest time to pick the fruit.

Just as the fruit ripens on the tree,
So are His children as they mature;
For God is harvesting you and me,
Taking us to Heaven if we are pure.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2005 Richard Newton Sherrer

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