Once more the earth has yielded
It’s harvest time again.
Standing side by side, and row after row,
The green leaves that waved in the breeze in July
Now their task is almost through.
Wrapped in husks the golden ears that grew
Most pale cornstalks still attempt to stand up tall,
so a sense of urgency is in the air because they know
Now so patiently these cornstalks wait for the harvest call,
Then we hear Jesus’ voice,
Night is coming. The need for workers is intense.