It’s Time to Reap the Harvest.

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My House is Full, but My Fields are Empty

There is peace and contentment in my Father’s house today,
Lots of food on His table and no one turned away.
There is singing and laughter as the hours pass by,
But a hush calms the singing as the Father sadly cries,

My house is full, but my field is empty,
Who will go and work for Me today.
It seems my children all want to stay around my table,
But no one wants to work my fields,
No one wants to work my fields.

Push away from the table.
Look out through the windowpane,
Just beyond the house of plenty
Lies a field of golden grain.
And it’s ripe unto harvest,
But the reapers, where are they?
In the house,
Oh, can’t the children hear
the Father sadly say,

My house is full, but my field is empty,
Who will go and work for Me today.
It seems my children all want to stay around my table,
But no one wants to work my fields,
No one wants to work my fields.

The song above “My House is Full, But My Field is Empty”
was written by Lanny Wolfe.

I can’t blame people for wanting to bask in the Lord’s presence instead of facing the uncertainty of reaching out to others. It’s difficult to face rejection day after day, and sometimes Christians may get weary in this fight; but, we must not give up. We have traveled too far in this journey to back down. We have invested too much time, praying the many prayers that have been prayed; too many miracles have been manifested in our lives; too many nights of intercessory prayer over lost loved ones, and the state of our nation; to quit in this fight.

The younger generation will reap the harvest of what we have birthed through sacrificial prayer and commitment. It is good that they will not need to endure the struggles of the elders of the church; but, at the same time, something is missing when the treasures that we once held dear to us, are now reduced to disposable trinkets.

Do they not know how much it cost the saints before them? It seems that this generation automatically assumes that everything will be laid before them without effort, or sacrifice. When you have an abundance of blessings, you tend to become more careless with them, and expect that they will always be there; even if you didn’t sow, or plant in the fields to grow the harvest.

It’s my desire to treasure every blessing and not take it for granted, and knowing that “life is a vapor,” motivates me to make the best of every second of every day that the Lord allows me to breathe on this earth.

Sow in Tears Reap a Harvest

About gracemorganwriter

What is a writer? Someone who writes. For me, writing means to observe the world in a fresh way; it gives us encouragement when we are struggling to follow the path, and hope that we can keep pressing towards the mark. Writing gives us grace for the journey, and shines light into the darkened places of our soul.
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