Motionless in the harvest field I stand And as far as my eyes - TopicsExpress



          

Motionless in the harvest field I stand And as far as my eyes could carry me; I behold the harvest Awaiting to feel the lips of my sickle But my heart has been taken afar from this purpose As I follow my own desire in the midst of the harvest And now the harvest perish as I lag behind But Lord, awaken my zeal for Thy course For the night falleth Where no man can work. NOB
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 09:54:03 +0000

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