I am expectant of a full harvest,
That God has prepared for His children
This rich “table in the wilderness”
Is laid with Soul’s infinite resources to enjoy.
My harvest is abundant with blessings,
Which keep multiplying and overflowing;
I do not have to toil and spin,
For this harvest to unfold and win.
Burning the tares, garnering the wheat,
Is my hearty harvest forever to feast.
God’s vineyard invites you and me
“To gather, sow, and feed His sheep”.