September Harvest 9-3-12

After the blizzards and after the drifts,

after the snowbanks and temperature shifts...

After the blossoms from light colored buds,

after the rainstorms and after the floods...

After the heat from the high summer sun,

after the grain that is ripe for autumn...

come September harvest.

When old farmer Elmer is out on his field,

reaping the harvest with plenteous yield,

reminding me fully of lost, lonely souls,

that we need to harvest from Satan's controls.

To he who repents and to he who believes,

to all who accept Him, to all of the sheaves...

come September harvest.

The harvest is plenty with laborers few

but these are the souls that we need to get to.

If we love our neighbors as we ourselves love -

(you must know by now what I'm speaking of...)

For though this big world is in stark opposition,

we recommit fully for this great commission...

come September harvest.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Matthew 28:16-20 (NASB)

The Great Commission
16 But the eleven disciples proceeded to Galilee, to the mountain which Jesus had designated.

17 When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some were doubtful.

18 And Jesus came up and spoke to them, saying,

“All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.

19 Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations,

baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit,

20 teaching them to observe all that I commanded you;

and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

The Great Commission 9-10-08

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I have no time that I can spend,

and have no pain that I can mend.

I have no notion I can be,

yet have this image I can see.

I feel a sorrow I can't share,

and feel a pain I cannot bear.

I feel a breeze I cannot clutch,

so can I feel the Master's touch?

I swallow food I do not grow,

and swallow facts I do not know.

I swallow pills I do not taste,

yet swallow words which are a waste.

I hear a thunder I can't make,

and hear a wind I cannot shake.

I hear a silence - not by choice.

Do I hear that caring voice?

I know the people I can't fudge,

and know the facts I cannot judge.

I know the shepherd, not the herds,

but do I know my Saviors words?

I see a rainbow I can't chase,

and see a light I cannot race.

I see a world I cannot reach,

yet see His love that I might teach.

I love desserts I can't consume,

and love the rose that might not bloom.

I love the world I do not know,

but God so loved so should I go?

I know the things I cannot touch,

and jobs I have don't matter much.

I know the scriptures - sea to sea,

My God knows me, but do I, He?

©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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