Not every tomorrow is guaranteed, And not every delay is harmless. A Harvest neglected for too long May become souls lost for eternity.
This is no hour for slumber, Nor a season for careless living. The fields are no longer waiting; The Harvest already stands ripe.
Time moves quietly,Yet its consequences are ever unfolding. Each passing day presents opportunities. Opportunities to serve, to reach, to build, And to draw men closer to GOD. When such moments are neglected, The loss is often greater than we perceive.
The cries of many remain unheard, The burdens of many remain unseen, And countless hearts still wander, Searching for truth, hope, and direction.
While the need continues to increase,The number of willing labourers decreases. Yet the MASTER’S call still echoes, Seeking hearts that will answer without hesitation.
Dear labourer, Lift your eyes beyond yourself. Lift your eyes beyond comfort, Beyond fear and personal ambition. The Harvest fields are scattered before us, Yet many still pursue what fades away.
The distractions of this age are many. Pleasure competes with GOD’S will, Ambition often replaces divine purpose, And endless pursuits consume valuable time.
Many spend years building what cannot last, While neglecting what carries eternal value. But wisdom calls us to invest our days. In the things Heaven remembers, The things that truly matter.
The LORD is still searching, Searching for willing vessels; Vessels whose hearts burn without reservation, Who will spend and be spent for His cause, Until the Harvest is gathered.
May the MASTER not find our hands withdrawn. May we not squander the days entrusted to us. Rather, may we be faithful within the field, Labouring diligently until every assignment is fulfilled, To the glory of the MASTER.
May we never become spectatorsIn a field where we have been called to labour. May excuses, fear, and discouragement. Never steal the opportunities entrusted to us. Instead, may we be found diligent, Faithful, available, and steadfast whenever the MASTER calls.
And when the day of accounting comes, May we stand before Him with joy, Knowing that we spent our lives well; That we laboured faithfully, And that through GOD’S grace, Many were gathered into HIS Kingdom.
Until all the Harvest is gathered, May we remain steadfast in the field, Working with urgency, humility, compassion, and love, Redeeming the time because the days are evil, And giving ourselves wholly to the advancement of the KING and HIS Kingdom.
For the night comes when no man can work.
Therefore, while it is day, Let us labour faithfully, Maximizing every Moment for a fruitful Harvest unto the LORD.
