"Deliver the poor and needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked… They walk on in darkness" (Psalm 82:4,5). "Deliver them that are drawn unto death… Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep: so shall thy poverty come" (Proverbs 24:11,33,34 ). "The fool foldeth his hands together" (Ecclesiastes 4:5). "Say 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" (John 4:35).
The
poorest souls that walk on earth
Are
those still lost eternally,
For
those who have no second birth
Are
yet in hopeless poverty!
The
folding of our hands to sleep
In
harvest with procrastination
Ignores
those who are led as sheep
To
slaughter without God's salvation.
We've
heard the urging of our Lord
Regarding
harvest that He gave.
Eternal
fruit is the reward
Of
souls that Jesus died to save.
O
Lord, Your great commission stands,
Yet
shall Your harvest be forsaken?
O
may we not with folded hands
Be
sleeping when we should awaken!
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