The Harvest
By Marcia K. Leaser
September 20, 2011
The Harvest
He gathered the fragmented pieces
that lay scattered all over the floor.
Then painstakingly spent many hours
putting my life together once more.
The chore seemed an endless procedure...
but He never gave up on His task.
Not once growing tired or weary -
until His goal was accomplished at last.
He gathered the dreams I'd abandoned...
the ones I knew would never come true.
Then He carfully nurtured and blessed them,
until I felt like dreaming anew.
Though tomorrow was something I dreaded
My Lord made it nothing to fear.
He taught me to live in the present
by facing the "now" that was near.
He gathered my life that was broken -
beyond any description of man.
Then He simply and honestly loved me
until I wanted to live once again.
He’d promised His father in heaven
as He died on an old wooden tree.
He would gather souls for the harvest...
and I thank God He included me.
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