Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my most favorite week of the entire year: Holy Week. And while an Easter song would probably be more appropriate, the Lord is practically dragging me by the hair to post something different because of this one word:
Harvest.
It seems like a harmless word. A good one, even. Yet, since September this word has been haunting me and taunting me with its awesome yet elusive self. I have, no doubt, that it is significant because I see it everywhere.
In my mailbox
In the grocery aisle
On a box of butter knives
On the back of my dinner
In my books
On random cards
On a friend’s post on Facebook
And another friend’s post
And Twitter
In Scriptures that sneak up on me (Mark 4:29)
In my life verse (Galatians 6:9)
And on my iPod. Thanks Brandon Heath.
The Harvester
Up with the dawn and the rooster crow
Been that way since I don’t know
Throw a little water on my face
Get out the door and greet the day
Put my knees down on the ground
Sing to the Lord in a weary sound
Ask Him for the strength I need
Break my heart like a weedFor all that we’ve grown
How could we forget
Those who don’t know
Or just don’t know yetLet’s harvest this field
From sunrise to sunset
The Master is coming
We are not done yet
We are not done yet
YetBring out the sickle
Bring out the pail
Bushel full of wire
And a fork to the bale
Work through the pain in the rain or shine
C’mon y’all we still got time
We still got timeFor all that we’ve grown
How could we forget
Those who don’t know
Or just don’t know yetLet’s harvest this field
From sunrise to sunset
The Master is coming
We are not done yet
We are not done yet
Yet
YetThe turning of the season
Is upon us, my friends
Now’s the time
All that was sown
Is there for the reapingFor all that we’ve grown
How could we forget
Those who don’t know
Or just don’t know yetLet’s harvest this field
From sunrise to sunset
The Master is coming
We are not done yet
We are not done yet
Yet
Yet