The fields are ripe

The harvest’s here

But who is there to reap

The countless land

Of ripened corn

That ends up in a heap

If only we were energised

To activate our calling

We could change their destiny

Preventing them from falling

Into the bowels of darkness

That seems to be their fate

The gospel preached into their lives

Would mean it’s not too late

To turn around and choose the One

Who sent His only child

To give us all another chance

To be God reconciled.


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