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Monday, September 3, 2012

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.

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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.”

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Summer Day 3-22-09


There is nothing more fine on a warm summer day
than laying in grasses of clover and hay,
where breezes make music through all of the trees,
and birds do their singing among all the leaves.

A butterfly zig-zagged hither and yon
busily flapping as I looked on.
My eyes raised up at the vastness of space.
I wondered what God thought of His human race.

Soaking up comfort in all that I saw,
lying there silent, in skeptical awe -
pouring His beauty in nature below,
how did God start it so long, long ago?

He continues to bless us year after year -
why does He love us? It isn't clear.
God did create us - all different kinds,
so what does He look for in all of our minds?

My horse wandered over and nuzzeled my head.
He wanted me up in the saddle instead.
I sat on his back, took a minute or two -
and pondered the question, searched for a clue.

As I kicked his haunches I knew as I grinned
that he would obey as I leaned to the wind.
He faithfully galloped with all of his might -
the answer revealed as I rode out of sight.

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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