John 4:35Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.
The fields are white unto harvestBut O, the labourers are so fewSo Lord, I give myself to help the reapingTo gather precious souls unto You
My house is full, but my field is empty, who will go and work for me today?It seems my children all want to stay around my tableBut no one wants to work in my field, no one wants to work in my field.
Push away from the table, then look out through the window paneJust beyond the house of plenty lies a field of golden grainAnd it's white unto harvest, oh, but the reapers where are they?There in the house, oh, can't the children hear the Father sadly say
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