Laborers for the Harvest

By Brother Jim Perry

The harvest is plenteous, but the laborers are few

    Tell us Lord, what must we do?

Pray that I will send laborers to work in my field

    So my kingdom will have an acceptable yield

The laborer is worthy, no doubt, of his hire

    For the time of the harvest is soon to expire

The Lord seeks true worshipers to worship Him

    And they are few, their numbers mighty slim

He is the voice and we are the vessel

    Powers of darkness are what we wrestle

He can see the principalities and powers of the air

    We can’t see them, but we know they are there

We know He is worthy, but we are not

    That’s why we are chosen to be the pot.

Maybe that’s why many refuse to compete

    If they can’t be up there with the elite

Maybe they choose to serve the Devil

    So they can be right on his level

Choosing Jesus is for one’s own good

    He desires all to choose Him, if only they would.

Everything Satan does is wicked and wild

    You don’t have to be born again to be his child

But the Harvest is ripe and ready to reap

    Now we must labor, there’s no time to sleep