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Harvest time for the Lord is ongoing for His servants
Fields are golden and are ready, ripened to abundance
When planted carefully, with love, to cover every grain
God will provide the increase, countless as the drops of rain
Each soul will bloom and multiply, to bring more to His side
As ever we press onward, and in His will abide
Do we share the love He gave, and let all know it's free
Or do we keep it to ourselves, and hoard for you and me
Is the Harvest just for us, to enjoy and consume
Not so my friends, in Heaven's house, we're told are many rooms
In that City of Gold, with Pearly Gates, there's naught of time nor space
The Lord of Harvest freely bestows, the gift, of matchless Grace
Harvest time, to mortal souls, mere seasons there are none
The time to sow, the time to reap, in time, life's work is done.
Rest now, ye weary laborers, with sickles laid aside
Rest now, forevermore to live, and with the Lord reside
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