My field are white <br /> My laborers are few <br /> Go forth, there is much work left to do <br /> <br /> He that goeth forth and weeping <br /> Bearing precious seed <br /> Shall doubtless come <br /> Rejoicing with sheep for him. <br /> <br /> Hasten, do not linger <br /> For the times is drawing nigh <br /> Soon there will be a soul's last cry, <br /> <br /> Work in my field <br /> While there is still time <br /> Night time is coming <br /> Work will be done. <br /> <br /> Go preach my word <br /> Far and near <br /> To those who have a heart and <br /> A listening ear. <br /> Yea! Go forth!<br /><br />Anne Mae Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-cry/
