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The Harvest

This write is not of produce born
Nor hands that picked Green fields of Corn
It's not of Grapes nor of GOD'S wrath
But is for all who stray the path

It's not of Apple that Eve would bite
Seduced Adam, who hid from sight
But is of you GOD'S pure delight
Ignoring might who gave us light

This seed was born within your soul
That knows not Him who cried behold
To her who knelt before the cross
Crying for Him who paid the cost

The irony unseen, ignored by man
Is how our fate was bared by hands
Where nails would drive but not the point
Into your heart CHRIST can anoint

It's not desert made of the fruits
Of so called labor in you that suits
But of the price, His blood would shed
To nourish man, not tail but head

Some will read this simple write
Choosing to mock  and also spite
A message birthed today for them
Who GOD calls to, no time to lend

The Harvest needs each worker now
To take a stand and not to bow
Away from Him who made today
For you to start to change mans way

Go out and speak and win a heart
In this cold world that's torn apart
For it is you that needs to pick
The Harvest now, the lost and sick

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