HARVEST TIME
The chaff has been sorted, harvest time has gone. The end of time has come, the rapture day is near. I am heir to
another kingdom soon, as I reminisce The former days of my life on earth.
My leaving soon
Is written in God’s book.
The wheat has turned yellow, the millers have reaped. The grain has been gathered;
they put it in the silos. It’s not seen by me
anymore; I soon will leave that beauty. The signs are everywhere; one of his sheep
will soon be gone. It is written in God's book.
Will spread throughout the air; the sun is softly
setting.
Feel the shifting of the breeze; the fields are turning golden. Hear the rustling in the
trees; look to the skies for Jesus. All things will be made new; my toil on earth
is finished. It is
written in God’s book.
Soon I’ll leave; put down my pen and writings. There is no
need to fear; harvest time is over.
My life has been a rainbow with a bit of strife. Today,
I count my blessings; it was a wonderful life.
It is written in God’s book.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
