Rotting Grain?
Our amber waves of grain are rotting
No one seems to care
Jesus said they’re white to harvest
Few, the Gospel share.
He said to pray the Lord of Harvest
Laborers to send
You and I should work the harvest
Soon their lives will end.
When that grain has fallen over
Too late then to save
Tell me why we did not win them?
Jesus, His life gave!
Harvest fields are all around us
At home; in every nation
Time we win some souls for Him
God save them from damnation!
Robert Fultz
November 5, 2017
People Poems 