The fields are white, white to harvest Harvesting the lost souls, souls earnestly searching Eternity is forever calling, calling for mortals Focussing on important issues,
On this journey of life We make many encounters Working colleagues who desperately need the Lord Conceited family members sensing no real urgency Fair weather
O Lord, to be attune to you To hear your heart break For a world going to Hell O Lord, to feel your perpetual pain
Walking into church for a mid-week service and musing Where are the people? “They are playing with the comforts of this world. “In a night
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