I hear the call. It is the coming of the fall. Look all 'round and you can see. A harvest full of God's grace and mercy. Gather 'round you workers of the field. We need to work for this bountiful yield. We need to work thru the day and night. We need to work to make it right. For the God of heaven has sent the call. Gather 'round you workers of the fall. This harvest is the greatest of them all. Once we reach that final resting place. We will surely see God's mercy and grace. Millions will be gathered in His name. I will proclaim that Jesus reigns. So, gather 'round you workers of the fall. Listen quietly and you may hear God's call. Fred Jones Copyright ©2001 Fred Jones
Reason for writing:
Every year around fall there goes out from the church a call for people to get involved. This poem signifies where that call comes from.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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