“The Harvest”

~Shelly Wilson~

A wisping wind is blowing in

He whispers, “It is near…”

A time to see the seedlings grow

From years of watered tears.

The waiting has been hard He knows

But secure His promise is

A little longer you will see

The harvest from sowing years.

It will be like no other wind

A rising of His name

His Spirit will consume the hearts

Of many now in shame.

He’ll allure He will the broken souls

Who’ve lost their hope for days

Restoring every wounded heart

And that which locusts ate.

Do get some rest and be prepared

For soon the winds will blow

Stirring up the fallen leaves

For the harvest time of souls.

September 30, 2017