Poem: White for Harvest

A Christian poem of faith.

Fields are white for harvest

with souls rotting on the vines;

graft them into the Kingdom now,

while there is still time.

Fullness of Life's abundance is available,

when connected to the True Vine;

but how to reach others when -

Christians don't heed the warning signs?

Workers may not be plentiful,

yet, faithful ones always find the fruit;

productive lives are highly visible

from employing Principles most astute.

Examples of Victorious Living

serves as the spiritual scythe for Human reaping;

for people won't be harvested when...

One can't insure one's own safekeeping.

 

  

  

Author Notes:

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.