The Harvester

The Harvest

He who tills the soil

From dawn to dusk doth toil

He will undoubtedly bring forth

Good produce from this earth

So to the King Harvester

The Lord of all and of every single farmer

His produce so good and strong

The only blemish is when it decides He is wrong

Our Lord began His Farm Work here

In an attempt to smooth a tear

The sin of Adam not undone

But victory over death was won

His Farm is in that place called Heaven

We His produce that now need His leaven

By His Spirit reborn are we

Belonging to the Father but still free

Crops that if gone bad and rotten

Go to that place of utter ruin

Or by our choice and free will given

To our Lord as we ask to be forgiven

Amen

JFFIII 4/22/25