Harvest Time


The vine was rooted deep in Christ

  Drank of living waters from His throne

    Its branches long, going over its wall

It covered the whole earth, its vintage from Him!


Its fruit made glad the humble of the land

  Its wine brought joy and gladness to all

    It crept along at a steady pace and reached beyond

To the ends of the earth, to four the corners of the same


It grew beside the great Olive tree

  Her branches grafted in from the wild gentile one

    Her olives abundant grew on her brows

And once harvest time finished were crushed into oil


Both grew together to fill the whole land

  To prepare the way for the King over all

    His coming was timed by the clock in Himself

Hastened by the growth of the two spreading out


At the time He ordained by His clock deep within

  His sickle was drawn out by His holy hand

    Placed to the earth no part did He spare

But harvested all, each to the place He prepared!


Behold, behold the time is at hand

  Though He tarry for the time His Father ordained

    He patiently waits His word must be shared

But He comes now with thunder and lightings abound


The earth is ripe the harvest at hand

  No tarrying once His clock starts to chime

    But woe to the wicked who cursed His Name

The time of His vengeance has come to this earth!