To my Lord of the Harvest (Poem)


All my efforts, all my pains

nothing but the best for Thee

grant me Lord your loving heart

and others I might see. 


Plant me in the fertile soil 

so that these roots grow deep 

be my gardener and my Lord 

an abundant harvest to reap. 


And in those days that will come

when drought and famine be

these lips and service, action take 

to ever live for Thee.


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