So Many More

The fullness of this earth has come.
Its time now, harvest has begun.
The Master’s fruit was picked in haste,
But so much more was laid to waste.

The time to reap has come so fast.
Time for sowing has been long past.
So much fruit, now useless and dead…
So many more could have been fed.

My heart cries for the tragedy…
Is it because I did not see?
Am I the one that did so shirk,
Too busy for the Master’s work?

Forgive my selfishness, dear LORD…
As others, I did not afford
The time to sow Your love in them…
So they could grow into Your Plan.

cathy