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Save the Crop
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Save the Crop

 

Since God called home His Christ and Son

The bride began to pray

That countless souls may still be won

Who’ve sadly lost The Way

 

By Heaven’s grace it’s not the end

Though death is plain to see   

If now to Christ our knees would bend

The Lord would set us free

 

For though the world’s long erred astray

Though darkness clouds each land

If she would seek God’s face today

She’d find her Father’s hand

 

His loving arms are never short

Though many hearts have cried

Believe salvation’s true report

Accept God’s Son who died

 

Though nations are at war with Christ

Warriors cross the sea

The Lamb our Father sacrificed

Will set His children free

 

Hell’s numbers will be in decline

Countless God’s love will share

Through blood being poured like autumn wine

We’ve converts everywhere

 

Thank God for those at Jesus’ feet

Who’ve turned their backs on sin

The army’s growing fast as wheat

Willing to fight and win

 

Harvests are ripe the fields are white

The reaper’s on his way

Yet if we toil whilst yet there’s light

We’ll save love’s crop today.....


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Submitted: Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Last Updated: Tuesday, January 5, 2016

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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