COME WITH ME INTO THE FIELDS
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COME WITH ME INTO THE FIELDS
The fields are high and summer’s days are few,
green fields have turned to gold.
The time is here for the harvesting,
for gathering home into barns.
The harvest is plenty, laborers are few;
Come with me into the fields.
Your arms may grow weary;
your shoes will wear thin.
Come with me into the fields.
The seeds they were sown
by other hands than yours;
nurtured and cared for they grew.
But those who have sown will not harvest them;
the reaping will not be their care.
Your eyes have seen the holy face of God,
hidden from those who are wise.
The reign of God is within your heart;
the kingdom of heaven is near.
© 1971, 2007, Daniel L. Schutte.
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