Time moves fast; let us steady our faith

Monday’s Message

Another month comes to a close 
Flies by 
Slipping under our nose 
And I stand on my toes
As I reach for who knows…
A place I cannot see
and of only You
Only me
and as I pray I feel Your peace
 
Bending my knees
I seek only Thee
and I pray for my own humanly needs
To place my mind in a feeling of ease
and then I think of those in lesser situations than me
How do they cope?
How do they breathe?
When life throws stone
Who truly bleeds?
 
And I pray that my path leads me to Thee
A place where the branch
Meets the Oak tree
For I am at a place
Where there is no escape
No left or right turn
Just a slow steady burn
 
So let that burn be Thy work
Let us be laborers
But not only that
To go out and create
Step up to bat
For the laborers are few
And this harvest we must reap
For someday soon
There will be no more you
No more me
Just our souls
Cadencing
 
“Then He said to His disciples, the harvest is indeed plentiful,
But the laborers are few. So pray to the Lord of the harvest
To force out and thrust laborers into His harvest.” – Matthew 9:37-38
 
-Abigail Rice
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