D E C A D E O F H A R V E S T

I HAVE SEEN THE MIGHTY MASSES.
THE FIELDS ARE VAST AND GREAT.
I SEE THE HARVEST ENDLESS.
I SENSE A FUTILE FATE.

OH GOD! THE TASK IS SO ENORMOUS,
I FAINT BEFORE THE SIGHT.
I ALMOST FEEL DEFEATED,
SO SWIFTLY COMES THE NIGHT.

THEN COMES THE BLESSED SAVIOR,
AND LIFTS THE VEIL OF NIGHT.
A HOST OF CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS,
NOW BURST UPON MY SIGHT.

WHERE ONCE THAT I HAD STOOD ALONE,
A MIGHTY ARMY GREW.
EACH ONE HAD A DIFFERENT SWORD,
YET EVERY SWORD WAS NEW.

NOW, GO! HE SAID, THE HARVEST WAITS,
TEN YEARS - I'LL GIVE TO YOU.
USE, EACH ONE, THEIR SACRED SWORD,
I'LL MAKE EACH BLADE RING TRUE.

NO FOE WILL STAND BEFORE YOU,
NO TEMPTER STEAL THE WHEAT.
IF YOU BUT USE THAT SPECIAL TALENT,
YOU LEARNED AT JESUS ' FEET.

NO MORE THE HARVEST ENDLESS !
NO MORE A NIGHT OF FEAR !
FOR GOD HAS GIVEN EACH A TALENT,
FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO CARE.

WILLIAM EVERYMAN 1990

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