Friday, December 5, 2014

I wait for the Harvest

I am ready and waiting for the day
When the reaper's blade culls the grain
And my soul

The harvest is my time to be redeemed
To be made whole from all I've been through
And return to the creator

I am not the one who announces the time
When the harvest begins or goes on
So I wait

The creator is the one with control
And like this life, it is not mine to keep
Nor mine to dictate

So I wait