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Plentiful Harvest
 



They shake their heads and tell us we're all mad,
can't see past condemnation's baleful glance;
with opportunities they never had,
God's giving derelicts a second chance.
It's not so hard to lend a helping hand,
befriend a homeless person at their worst;
those 'playing church' will never understand,
the tithes which some contribute may come first.
The lost sheep is the one whom Jesus sought;
He left the healthy ones at home to rest,
to save the lost, who with His blood He bought
redemption to the flock who faith confessed.
His harvest ripe but oh, the workers few.
Can you help us to exchange old lives for new.



By cherryk

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