Our
Master has spoken of His own appetite
As
that which the meat of this earth could not fill.
The
fields of harvest were already white,
And
there He delighted in Father’s will.
He
told His disciples to lift up their eyes
And
look on those fields for wages supreme:
How
rich was their treasure! How great was
their prize!
How
precious the souls were He came to redeem!
O
Lord, send us forth in Your fields today
With
heaven’s commission, compassion, and power!
We
would not be slothful, nor would we delay
To
reap where You send us, redeeming each hour.
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