Praise the Harvest

Praise the ripe field


not the green corn

- Irish Saying

MY Life is but a Field

My life is but a field,

Stretched out beneath God's sky,

Some harvest rich to yield.

- Maltbie D. Babcock -

Season of the Harvest

The Golden Grain Cries

Harvest Me

I am Ripe, I am Ready
Harvest Me

The Field is Plenteous, The Kernel Plump
Harvest Me

Who Will Thrust in the Sickle and
Harvest Me

A friend wrote the above words for inclusion in a brochure for a Mission Conference in the mid-1980s. To this day the words still appropriately fit the task at hand. May our desire be to work in the fields and gather the harvest.

Vintage wooden harvester is located somewhere in the California foothills.