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Poem: White for Harvest
Fields are white for harvest
with souls rotting on the vines;
graft them into the Kingdom now,
while there is still time.
Fullness of Life's abundance is available,
when connected to the True Vine;
but how to reach others when -
Christians don't heed the warning signs?
Workers may not be plentiful,
yet, faithful ones always find the fruit;
productive lives are highly visible
from em...
Thursday 13th March 2014 5:07 pm
Poem: White for Harvest
Fields are white for harvest
with souls rotting on the vines;
graft them into the Kingdom now,
while there is still time.
Fullness of Life's abundance is available,
when connected to the True Vine;
but how to reach others when -
Christians don't heed the warning signs?
Workers may not be plentiful,
yet, faithful ones always find the fruit;
productive lives are highly visible
from em...
Thursday 26th December 2013 6:01 pm
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