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 Truest Love 5-17-06

The morning breaks, a cry is heard;

My mother cries in anguish word.

I take a breath and wiggle some.

I have a life and want some fun.

The presents came that afternoon;

I even got a silver spoon.

In younger years, I got my way;

And even taught my dog to 'stay'.

And through my youth, I looked at me;

Where I'd go and what I'd be.

I grew up knowing everything;

-From subs and jets, and all between.

Then it hit - one autumn day;

I saw a farmer bailing hay.

Life was just an ugly chore;

-From getting more and more and more.

The sun now setting in the west;

I know I failed my life's big test.

But just before the sun went down;

I looked around my little town.

I pushed it all away from me;

And for the first time felt so free!

When my day is past, I'll see the moon;

So take it now, your silver spoon.

You do with it - what ‘ere you will;

But as for me, I've had my fill.

There's more to life - just look above;

And get to know the Truest Love.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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