For loneliness is a pain without relief
I sorely miss the lost who left
And their absence leaves me bereft
I am within a circle of life
Closer to the end, the harvest is ripe
Without fear I am ready for the act
The harvest is a most holy task
I await the blade, the edge is sharp
I await the harvest, and offer my heart
Take me today
Oh Lord
Take me I pray
“If you are too lazy to plow, then you should never expect a harvest.”― Proverb 20:4
