Harvest Time

My Spirit yearns within me

to see His kingdom come,

When Yah will manifest Himself

In A many-membered son.

I know there is a true church;

Christ said His house would stand.

It has a sure foundation,

It stands at His command.

Yet we hear and see such mockery;

It makes us feel ashamed

The way the greedy impostors

Have blasphemed His name.

Christ said they would deceive us

If they could find a way,

And they have fooled the multitudes

That would not fast and pray.

That great revival's over;

It has faded with the time,

And yet the seed was planted,

The fruit is on the vine.

The Husband keeps His Garden,

It is hidden now from view.

The garner will be filled at last,

When harvest time is through.

June 9 1993