MY HARVEST HOME
All through our lives we sow and reap,
As slowly we age and time does creep
Until our time of reckoning has come
What will be the harvest we bring home?

The memories that linger in our heart,
That will be our harvest, at least in part,
The thoughts that come now uncalled
Do they bring joy, or tears that scald?

The time of harvest to all will come,
Gathering of kindly deeds that were done,
Sewn on our sojourn here on this earth,
Will our harvest of deeds be any worth?

Will tares be growing amidst the wheat
Of kind thoughts fit for God to greet,
Tares more than good wheat growing
To show the Lord what we’ve been sowing?

When I bring my harvest at last home
Will my heart rejoice or will it moan?
Will my fields be filled with good grain
Or will I bow my head in utter shame?

Now is our time for sowing good seeds,
Good deeds and thoughts, meeting needs
Of others in the fields of life each day,
So our harvest will be worthy in every way.

M Ann Margetson © August 28, 2001