I have nothing to gain If I've already won. So if ahead Lies prosperity, I will thank the Son, For all He has done. It is finished. If ahead Lies sorrow, Devastation, Or pain, Then in my weeping I will thank the Son, For all Has been won. It is finished. For the Truth was sown The Word Became flesh, And the reaping Was my soul. And that Truth, It still flowers, Still fruits, Still groans, As it’s sown And sown And sown anew. Jesus Christ, Now in me, Now in you, The Lord of the Harvest, Brings us alongside To grow with Him. To sow with Him. To be workers In His field. For humanity’s good, For God’s glory. Pick up your plow, Co-laborers in Christ, The harvest is ready, The time is now. --Anna Williams
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Nice poem glorifying our LORD !
That's good... loved the pace, and the message!